I have sinful thoughts sometimes

As I often celebrate the assassinations

Of the people who I do not care for

Or sometimes even fully despise

Yesterday an ex prime minister

Of this miserable country of ours

Had his putrid brains blown out

By a lone assassin whilst on holiday

And sadly after finding out

I felt happy all day and celebrated

By buying my girlfriend a bunch of flowers

We also celebrated this miserable poem

By dining at a discreet little restaurant

In this city of my black and white extremes

 

Fanny