There is far too much of the suburban classes
Spiritually not geographically speaking. They-re asses.
Menacing the greatness of our beloved England, they lie
Propagating their kind in an eightroomed stye.
Now I have a plan which I will enfold
(There-s this to be said for them, they do as they-re told)
Then tell them their country-s in mortal peril
They believed it before and again will not cavil
Put it in caption form firm and slick
If they see it in print it is bound to stick:
-Your King and your Country need you Dead-
You see the idea? Well, let it spread.
Have a suitable drug under string and label
Free for every Registered Reader-s table.
For the rest of the gang who are not patriotic
I-ve another appeal they-ll discover hypnotic:
Tell them it-s smart to be dead and won-t hurt
And they-ll gobble up drug as they gobble up dirt.
The Suburban Classes
Stevie Smith
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