MAGGIE

I did actually start writing these on the day, but I was so sickened by the outpouring of praise for this horrible woman that I spent the rest of the week vomiting continuously.

MAGGIE

Goodbye Maggie

And good riddance

Like they say,

Maybe you’re in a better place now

One where everyone sells each other insurance

And the lower classes do as they are told

And are neither seen nor heard

And everyone pays the poll tax,

One where everything is privatised,

And everyone is in it for themselves alone

And we’re all friends with dictators

Sounds like Hell to me

But that’s probably where you belong