Robert Verdon, #19, How to Get On in the New Millennium

monkeys in Maseratis

marmosets with machine-guns

don’t climb the ladder of success

the thing is to possess it, you idiot,

and the fucking wall it leans against,

nothing succeeds like nine points of the law …

God made the world

He was only a labourer, a

‛Proletarian’, rightly hanging from a Cross —

He made it, but we own it.

So you want to get on, come to us;

We got on a long time ago

With fire and sword and efficiency, and the advice of

That crawler Machiavelli ringing slightly in our ears.

The point is to change it, for better or worse,

the better for us, the worse for you, the

‛Vile Maxim of the Masters’, the ‛Lion’s Share’,

The Double Standard flying high

über alle Straßen …

but remember, all of us are only monkeys

under the finery, or the mud and the filth

of Labour:

with a burning aspiration to crawl up to

Heaven

via the anus of the 1980s

and sit on the Right Wing of God,

the better to push the stinking, hairy foreign cunt

off His Throne,

and send Him plummeting down to Hell.