Shylocks In The Treasury Poem by John Fenton Mcleish

I called her majesty the other day
I said, 'I'm not paying your taxes, no way'
She said, 'wee johnny your such a bad boy
You must give it up 'cause your just a goy'

Said I, 'I've got no money 'cause I'm poor
And I don't want to, you can stuff your law'
Said she, 'you will go to the monkey house
Then I'll chop your 'ead off and that's just grouse'

'Listen 'ere mum you are so oppressive
And your crown agents are too aggressive
They're always picking and bullying me
When all I really want is to be free'

Shylocks in the treasury counting cash
While I'm in debtors prison getting bashed

Bailiff did take all my possessions
And mum said, 'now have you learnt your lesson
Can you imagine if no one did pay
My korgis would be so bloody hungry

I'll not tolerate naughty boys like you
The proletarian must work and do
'Cause I'm the big boss of the commonwealth
And you are just lowly peasantry filth'

So now I'm homeless living on the street
Have to beg 'cause I've got nothing to eat
'Please sir can I have a little bit more'
'You can go f..k yourself', say's me great lord

The ruling class will never be appeased
Just like a parasitical disease