Queen of England

no one cares about art
or poetry
in this sickening world,
adrift at sea
where's the anchor, where's a mate?
where's the current history
'cept for emptiness, perversion
to the highest endth degree

if it's 2000 and ain't here,
who's to say we shan't
just turn back the hands of time
and go back from whence we came
Go to England once again,
let the Queen reign monarch-free
like a butterfly in the wind,
there's the March to Victory