Ever since a young age, I was made to fly the flag. by gleemin red eyed teacher. as queen bitch was flown past blind school. police flashy cars in tow. me feelin it was a rag to jump on question n complain. I distain the big house in London town where everyone wanted to cry along when littlemiss blond died dead in a flashy car. how could a lady, a blond lady, of such wealth have tattered her fingernails cross some dying ugly ol queer for fear that she might die too? she did some good. but who would really shed a tear if it was some charity worker? some one dead from a walkin bomb? then they would just be cast as some leftie fool eatin mung beans, wearin green, some one to laugh at n refrain from lettin in. cos the state aint happy with that type of crettin. less it was made into a sobbin advert for all to see. but that kind of money only goes to the royal family. n then the sons. pretty one n nazi one. private school makes for a prince we should look upon n cheer cos they won’t end up like every asbo who works down the cotton mill. organic ol bitch who durin the lpool depression, riots gallor thrown his awe out to the poor. he saved a few lives. from the state? in this prince i trust,like i trust rust on my new car. n believe great moma n great father the racist fools who lambasts at all who aint own a horse or fire a gun at some happy fox ripped apart for joy. to few. should tell me how i should live my life? from the telly. i’m tired of this soap. throw them out of handsome palace. n film it please. i’ll watch.