Oh for a rifle (with sights) and a few bullets

I am an excellent and steady shot

During my time in the forces

I came third in the inter-camp championships

(With 86/100) as I missed my last shot

It flew over the wall towards Harwich

And killed a dog on Dovercourt Beach

Which had escaped from its owners

In a butchers shop that is no longer there

My intended target is the son of immigrants

Who has climbed the slimy tree

And now wields a great deal of power

He has only a single agenda that harms many

It is his way or no way which is a caustic mix

Some of the useful idiots might disagree

But in my eyes his crimes are quite clear

I know that I will never own a rifle

As I am still in mourning for the Dover Dog

Not fit to own a firearm or the fashion accessories

Will be stamped on my application in blue ink