Abbey Habitual Ritual

I can see Europe from here mum

Our Queen is burdened once again

Reading cliché to the masses

A politician's barrel scraping

Framed in hot air leaking gasses

The stock exchange will rise again

They’ll be betting in the hedges

Feathered nests with birds in hand

And a pocket load of wedges

The populace with half cocked ears

Watch how the system came and went

‘Not in not out’ weak whispered shout
In tiptoe dance they circumvent