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