Alastair Stewart’s Tongue Stuck up the Duchess of Camdridge’s Arse! Whence think’st thou kings and parasites arose? Whence that unnatural line of drones. who heap Toil and unvanquishable penury On those who build their palaces, and bring Their daily bread? – From vice, black loathsome vice From rapine, madness, treachery and wrong From all that ‘genders misery, and makes […]
