Biceps bulge, pectorals ripple
at the local municipal...

As Beyonce jerks and Miley twerks
and tits still pop out of the sun...

Deadly serious,
Quiet reflection...

She's hanging by her fingernails,
she's hanging by a thread...

Maggie, Maggie, Maggie,
She's gone, gone, gone...

Through the visions, through the dreams,
Through the crazy-hair brained schemes...

I've heard you weep, I've seen you cry,
I've been there as you grieve...

A flicker of hope from the depths of despair,
A whispering voice finally being heard...

This is the tyranny.
This is the fear...

With thanks and apologies to the late, great Mr...
Big brother's on the telly...

In name of Father, Son and Holy Joe,
Stand up! Sit down! Do as you're told you fool...

You know me, I'm a rhyming ranter,
full of cynicism and satirical banter...