Of All the Things

Of all the things I like the least

Are those amongst who put on airs.

Poet, pirate, pauper, priest,

Who amongst us really cares?

In their mansions oh so stately,

Heaven help me I am drifting;

Maybe I’m just Johnny come lately,

But who amongst is doing the lifting?

And so it is I will gauge,

Words with actions on the face,

And so it is at every stage,

I’ll decide their rightful place.

And in my heart those that dwell,

Be they eunuchs, egg heads or long eared elves;

I’m here to tell you, bloody hell,

They best be able to laugh at themselves!