Rome

dear whatsyour face, i am moved to write
about the fall of cleopatra, who got it on the t***
(crossed out) breast after tony went all funny
and did himself in theway of the fackin nobility,
now we hereare really thinkin, now the fan will hit
the sh*te, I got that wrong, but you know
what I mean, so the geezer tops himself
and then the prat Octavian wants the toddler,
Caesarion, Caesar something, here we go,
they love choppin and fackin each otherto bits,
only natural for the upper classyet, ere wots strange,
they all talk like they were breast fed by Lily Allen,
and soI am here in rome, waiting for the next
installment of the empire of the rear end
I shall be fed to the lions, if you reply
later than next year, when Pete Doherty
will be crowned the emperor of Snorts.