Pour forth your tweets, lift up woeful voices; Let the forums echo with sorrowful cries. Grossly falls an island nation once gracious, More than which no other was Greater Not in the whole western world for moderation. Shaggy He, in the fallacious race was victor Over the smallest; he now rebellious moderates smears, fleeces with his lying Missiles those who, averse to cack-handed Government, and urging the honest Headlong, would expose his bloated lies, while Gove-cocks peck away at weak integrity, and Feeble anti-kakistocrats turn their backs. Conqueror he of straw-man ghouls beyond the Shores of Albion's sacred sea: Even the burgundy-passported complainers Forces he to bend their necks to the fetters That Farage forged, and Parliament itself To tremble before blood-boiled music-hall dominion.
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