Our Dear English Cousins

this one is for my friend Neil, a man who has a lock on logic

For as much as I revere the language,

the history, culture and wit

There is in fact a dark side,

I'm afraid I must admit

That beneath your average shitpile

one is sure to find a Brit

They came with fancy manners

Wearing powdered wigs

Patron Saint banners

and Sir Walter Raleigh's cigs

They brought us churches

They brought us schools

They brought us the bankers

and their rich man's rules

Orwell warned us of the boot on a face

and now its happening every place

While them peelers make their rounds

the PM shits in British Pounds

and there is a camera on every face