A Flotilla Of Anti-Jubilee Writings (Deleted Stories)

What would fill my heart with jubilation?

What would fill my heart with jubilation? To snap shut the divide between rich and poor.
To drive all the ravens from the tower and all the fat aristocrats from their privileged perches.
To slaughter the foul beast of inequality; tear off its smiling mask and the trinkets that it wears.
Not this pantomime of power and greed but to see the jewel of a Britain without poverty.
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The Head On The Postage Stamp

1st Verse
Got some bad news today.
I’ve just been made redundant.
Got all these bills to pay.
My debts are in abundance.

2nd Verse

Wonder how I will cope.
Got two little ones to raise.
Try to fill them with hope.
There’s too little hope these days.

Chorus:

But the head on the postage stamp is alright.
Yes the head on the postage stamp is alright.
When you’ve got all that money, life must be all bright.
When you haven’t got any, life can be all shite.

3rd Verse

Can’t feed my kids at all.
There is no food on the shelf.
Just mould on all the walls.
I’m worried about their health.

4th Verse

No place for them to play.
Not on this council estate.
Will they waste their lives away
filled full of anger and hate?

Chorus:

But the head on the postage stamp is alright.
Yes the head on the postage stamp is alright.
When you’ve got all that money, life must be all bright.
When you haven’t got any, life can be all shite.

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The Ice Queen

Wearing her crown of ice and gown of snow,
the Ice Queen sits upon her frozen throne
and, while she rules, December will not go
and our children will be chilled to the bone.

How long before bright April comes again;
ending this winter time so cold and cruel.
The people will be Spring time flowers then;
the land in emerald ermine, gold and jewels.

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To the Queen of my heart

Perhaps we can’t afford a
golden crown or fancy things
but my heart’s a yeoman warder
for your love’s the wealth of kings.

It was like a coronation;
that first kiss you gave to me
and each thought of that occasion’s
like a diamond Jubilee.

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Jubilee Nonsense

D’you believe in the jubilee
in the jimbly, jumbly jamboree;
in the wibbly, wobbly fantasy;
the hubble and bubble that hides away
the malarkey of the monarchy
or are you dubious like me?

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Reign

Her greying hair reminds me,
as she drifts by on her landau,
of a dark, grey, curling raincloud
that pours rain upon the poor.

Not the sun crowned, spring time kind
of cloud that crowns the earth with flowers.
No, the scowling stormy kind
that fires a volley of freezing showers.

The kind of cloud that bars the light
of sun and moon and stars.
If we could blow with all our might
what light, then, would be ours.