A poem about my feelings on the situation
Gillette, you fucking midget, soon to be canned like a widget
Hicks you fucking prick,you social tick, blow me fuck face,yes, suck my......
In you both came from across the pond, claiming this and that and waving your wands
Your posturing and promises had most of us fooled, Redmen in black coming,tis you shall be schooled
I could never imagine a fate so apt,when you apply for refinance and your fat faces get slapped
I hope beyond hope im alive when you croak,i`ll be there with a pointy stick to give your bloated corps a poke and a kick and a stab and throw the biggest party our club ever had.
There will be much rejoicing and champers may spray,we`ll get in touch with RBS to arrange a bank holiday.
So i think i speak for hundreds, thousands and more when i say fuck off and die somewhere you corporate whores.
GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT.
