A Good Day, For a Civil War

Another Charles, is on the throne,

and parliament’s still sick,

surely, I am not alone,

who wants to brandish; stick,

as duties are rescinded, turned into nothing; more,

than to have a good day, for a civil war,

since Gordon’s poor recession,

people have been blanked,

Westminster’s snobby session

means; we have to form our ranks,

abused is the right; that casts our vote upon the floor,

cold shoulder’s, a good day, for a civil war,

reshuffle the same villains,

hinders all such changes,

“looking” at street killings,

from our tax paid granges,

too long this division is; them rigging every law,

that sanctions, a good day, for a civil war,

Starmer out, Burnham in,

burn in; all the same,

think like dear old Fairfax; him

who wouldn’t take the blame,

but the only death warrant’s: a public that’s ignored,

chopping up a good day, for a civil war,

two victims, to a treason,

the monarch, and the people,

no ointment; for soul lesion

such money keeps such steeple,

keeping Charles: the merry, as we; do live, abhor,

praying for a good day, for a civil war,

if Cromwell, can ban Christmas,

the house we can dissolve,

as brittle is our isthmus

when MPs; pass no resolve,

thus; our self-sufficiency; finds sense in Marston Moor,

to find again, a good day, for a civil war!