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Goodbye, Lady Di,
Thought
you were a...
Anorexic
bimbo glitterati slut,
As
useless as they come.
Never
gave a damn,
Who
you were cavorting with this week,
Or
what you had to say,
You
were just PC scum.
And
it seems to me,
You
lived your life
Like
a faggot breaking wind,
Superficial
and annoying,
With
a shit-faced grin,
And
I'm glad I never knew you.
When
I was just a kid,
I'd
really had enough of you,
The
tabloids never did.
Goodbye
Lady Di,
No
more champagne suppers
At
the Ritz with DooDoo What's-his-name,
And
no more Dior gowns.
No
more Concorde flights,
No
more photo-ops for every trendy lefty
Cause
in town,
No
matter how inane.
And
it seems to me
You
lived your life
Like
a faggot breaking wind,
Lousy
wife and lousy mother,
PC
heroine.
I'm
just sorry for that chump you wed,
And
for your kids,
The
whole world saw much more of you,
Than
your children ever did.
Goodbye
Lady Di,
No
more piccanins with AIDS
To
hug before the camera crews,
And
self-promote your name.
Even
when you died,
The
way you died was just as pointless as
The
way you'd lived your life,
In
interracial shame.
And
it seems to me,
You've
lived your life,
Like
a faggot breaking wind,
When
the most important thing of all
Was
the media spin,
And
when that drunken chauffeur
Went
into his skid,
The
candle splattered on concrete,
And
damned high time it did!
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