By Stanley Collymore
What an utterly ridiculous notion
that you're literally indulging in
and likewise too very stupidly
pushing William, risibly pretending
that you're effecting changes; when
in reality, you actually aren't doing
anything of the kind and it's solely
disingenuous, and fundamentally
so basically egregiously indulged
in dishonesty. Since distinctively
you're clearly not relinquishing
any of your crucially, unearned
wealth: unquestionably visibly
non-meritocratically but never
the less, clearly phenomenally
acquired plus unquestionably
those unwarranted privileges
liberally granted, very avidly
hosted, while sociopathically
indulged in and too retained.
Therefore when, and until truly
intelligent people - not any of
those discernibly routinely
distinctly fawning serfs and pitiable
brownnosing plebeians - genuinely
observe you credibly, and likewise
effectively, categorically evidently
and basically distinctively, clearly
and quite publicly physically and
appropriately offloading many of
the several mansions, helicopters
and large, gas-guzzling Mercedes
Benz vehicles - quite irrespective
of your true Germanic biological
connections - and likewise begin
cutting down drastically on your
surfeit of non-diversity servants,
stooges and the sad, burgeoning
quagmire of essentially feudally
mindset asinine advisors whom
you William and Kate distinctly
like having around both of you.
Perhaps then, and only then - Wills
and Katherine - will your evident
and currently bogus words and
rather fatuous proselytizing gestures
to basically attain that much needed
relevance which you're so evidently
after will begin to actually generate
some essentially desired credibility
with persons like me who see your
existence currently as one literally
ignorantly but discernibly happily
ensconsed in a medieval mindset!
William and Katie: harbingers of
of a Dark Ages history very aptly
far removed from this era we're
realistically living in which is a
modern, informed 21st Century.
(C) Stanley V. Collymore
8 May 2022.
Author's Remarks:
This contemporary poem was written purely from the perspective that I'm a bona fide, qualified journalist, not a hack, and the subject matter that I've commented on is a news story. Other than that what this utterly fatuous and uninteresting couple, their family members, likeminded friends and brownnosing fawners do with their discernibly pathetic, wholly meritless and thoroughly unfulfilling lives is a matter entirely of their own choosing and will only draw appropriate interest from me if their actions seriously, and also invariably with lives like their own, impact egregiously on the values that I distinctly fundamentally have and likewise attach great importance to.
That said, if clearly for self-evidently spurious, wholly self-servingly, quite liberally augmented with PR reasons William Windsor and his wife Katherine Middleton want to debunk the credibly plausible notion that the both of them are quite manifestly so, essentially elitist, racist and actually self-entitled, but none the less clearly want to quite disingenuously portray a bogus image of themselves for those who're evidently gullible enough to take that patronizing assertion of the two of them and avidly run with it; that's not a matter for me to grapple with but most categorically one for all their legions of idiots who're involved!
However, I'm most happy to literally accord to Kate and William their very fraudulently but purportedly earnest wish, as I regularly do with everyone who is legally married, their accurate and proper designation, that in their case as they allegedly want to be ordinary folk without their absurd titles: Mr and Mrs William and Katherine Windsor!
As for the poem itself, it's pretty self-explanatory; and if your literacy skills and intellectual acumen aren't actually up to scratch, that's really your problem and not mine! As I most emphatically so, concentrated on my education and didn't pointlessly waste my time and energy patently pathetically, fawning over Medieval mindset nobodies!
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