God Save The King
Look at me
Wow!
A new age you can see
Now!
I am so very bright
And my mind is ruthenious*
I am always right
As I am a genius
I persuaded the ignorant mob
To vote me into power
I did such a wondrous job
That it’s now my victory hour
You can hear the angels sing
Let the church bells ring
For I am the king
Although I’m a fool
Who dropped out of school
I’m still determined to rule
So heed my song
I can do no wrong
And obey if you wish to belong
Share my dream
Fit in with each scheme
To be part of a glorious team
Yes, this is a golden age
Where power is all the rage
So obey me or rot in a cage
And let the voices ring
God save the king
*From ruthenium: a rare hard silvery-white metallic element occurring in platinum ores and used especially as a catalyst and to harden alloys.
The New Croesus**
To a not elected overlord
What’s my pitch?
I’m a son of a bitch
Who is very rich
What am I famed for?
It’s not what I’m named for
But what I should be blamed for
I tear people apart
Break many a heart
And make justice depart
Yes I take toll
When I’m on patrol
As I have control
They’ve given me power
To make people cower
And turn the milk of life sour
By the big chief I’m appointed
With a title anointed
To make our land disjointed
Sack many a webmaster
To ruin lives faster
And change their success to disaster
Yes I’ve made every person compliant
Will persecute the defiant
And promote only the pliant
Thus will begin a new age
Derived from the hate and rage
Dispensed from my doctrinaire stage
All aboard then! All aboard
Bow your heads as autocrats applaud
Then let fly with a, “Praise the Lord!”
**Croesus was the very rich king of Lydia ruling from 585 to 546 BCE. He is said to be the first to mint gold and silver.
The Deputy Goon
I’m the deputy goon
Some say I’m a loon
As I sing a discordant tune
I convinced the boss
I would be no loss
And I’d never do a double cross
So we rule the world together
I’ll be loyal to him forever
Though his brain is as light as a feather
On the matter of lies
I must advise
It’s no surprise
That they need a mention
As my cool invention
To help me get attention
So I tell them non-stop
To remain at the top
And give all my rivals the chop
Now what about my orations?
Well, I insult other nations
And damage our foreign relations
But this doesn’t matter
As my idle chatter
Befogs them with the skill of a hatter
Yes, we’re a very good team
With many a hair-brained scheme
That fulfils each psychotic dream
Now we control the multitude
And mend what’s misconstrued
With astonishing promptitude
So it’s all hail to the king
From his deputy underling
Media Secretary
Hello
I am not seedier
I am not greedier
I’m the boss’s voice to the media
Now he lies a lot
Speaks so much rot
That makes it a difficult job I’ve got
So I often have to lie
That I cannot deny
So now I’ll tell you why
The problem when he airs a delusion
It necessitates the sharp inclusion
Of from me a deceptive allusion
So my lies must fly thick and fast
As I’m chained to a dangerous mast
And a true word could be my last
There we are then
I’ll say it again, again and again
I am in a lion’s den
Where my only salvation
Is my imagination
That so far has evaded elimination
I am a spreader of fiction
Portrayed with elegant diction
To avoid undesirable friction
And so the illusion thrives
As a government survives
Cutting truth up with sharp knives
So all praise to my nation’s capacity
To prosper from its mendacity
As I strive on and on with tenacity
Guilty Representative
Now my leader’s a base criminal
But his crime to me is minimal
As his power is so subliminal
He’s a master at persuasion
Skilful with evasion
And plans to abet invasion
The masses all adore him
Investors all restore him
While his enemies deplore him
So I give him my devotion
With intense high emotion
To make certain my promotion
He has such potential
Is so influential
That to me he’s just essential
So I make him my star
Though he may go too far
With behaviour well below par
But why choose morality
When there’s overt neutrality
In political duality?
So I stick with the outlaw
Who knows nothing of law
And it’s he that they all vote for
So I reap success
Despite his excess
Without redress
You may think that I am guilt ridden
Doing things that are forbidden
But my sins are safely hidden
So drain the moat for me
And cast your vote for me, now
royciebaby
Royce Levi Australian Teacher and Author 