The Ballad of Old Macjames

And so¦
as he carefully
planned
in the end
things returned
to the status quo.
Did they
fucking-well think
they could steal
the show?
Can't have
sentimentality
diluting profanity -
utter insanity
upsetting the system.
Where's the wisdom
in it chaps?
What absolute crap -
all that
rocking the boat
too stupid to know
they're on a hiding
to nothing -
pissing in the
wind -
swimming
'gainst the tide?

Hard to imagine
those impudent plebs
their precocious
audacity
and bare-faced
mendacity
so sadly lacking
in perspicacity -
all that
moaning
and groaning
such procrastination
even machinations
'gainst
poor old Macjames.
After all
he's been busy
putting
Humpty
together
again
a job well done
in his
inimitable style
meanwhile
cronies
cluster around
their new-found
friend
like flies
around dung.

'Has Svengali
been reborn?'
they wonder
and mutter
"Lick my fucking boots!
he voices
in his choice
charming style
which they
meekly do
feeling pride
and honour
for Macjames
with his burden -
the chip
on his shoulder -
a great big boulder
masochistically
and stoically carried
with all the fervour
and nerve
of a nematode
worm
emerging
from its home
in the mossy
green verge
along
old 'Rotten Row'
in Hyde Park -
he's oh so brave!

"Hark, hark!
they cry.
"Is it the lark
or the sweet
dulcet strains
of poor old Macjames
on his soap-box
so tall -
on account he's
so small?
Then
a rumble
like thunder
as enter the horses
and all the kings men -
it's time to put Humpty
back together again.
As of today
the 'status quo' reigns
say hip-hip hooray!
Says Macjames,
"It's really quite simple
for someone like me -
anarchy's as easy
as fucking ABC!¦
Say the horses -
"Neigh.