Spew your coronation
Into your throne of porcelain
We vomit money at your feet
But find no milk at your dried-up teat
We trip over ourselves
Competing for a handout
Showering you with offerings
Hands into which to sink your teeth
Your memory for detail is
Sharper than your sword in my spine
Your lust to penetrate all walls insatiable
The more you touch to turn to gold
The less each piece is valuable
The true sovereign minted
Metallic disembodied heads
All for aught
Of what damn use are you to me?
Everything in your life is free
You’re never held responsible
Serpentine charm always absolves
How and when did you seize the throne?
Taking over total control
Grinding to dust my heart of stone
With merciless fists of iron
God save the queen, her majesty
Arrogant sons, terrible teeth
Her fragile neck exposed beneath
Blood diamonds in a laurel wreath
Smile and wave
God, just see me
