Your prose is elegant As you demonstrate contempt, it's true
And the targets you attack Mostly deserve a whack from you
Yes, you're entertaining, you fill up the page Fill it up with your rage
But now there's a doubt Over the wisdom you hand out in spades
Please tell us which you think Is the country we should next hell invade
What a bloody carnage You cheered us into And the others like you
Who never wore a uniform Unless it was a uniform Of a school or youth organization
But through watching others do What they would never do
Holds a slight fascination
And now I'm reminded By feelings so strong Of Bernie Taupin's lyric
The Sir Elton song Can you see the hardest work?
Cos you demand apologies From public figures on their knees
As you invite them to say so long So let's hear your rendition
Of words of contrition For getting it so wrong
Would you like to say something?
Would you like to say sorry?
Sorry, that's s-o-r-r-y