A good gag
Cover my tracks with some wax;
Spread me with cream’s extreme unction.
Give me a cloak,
Surround me with smoke.
Grant me a super-injunction.
I am a cheat and a liar,
And fib without fear or compunction.
Does my misdemeanour
Need a public arena?
No. Grant me a super-injunction.
I’m an anonymous con
With money and moral malfunction:
What use is wealth
If it can’t buy you stealth?
Grant me a super-injunction.
Yes, bring me a prayer-shawl and shade
And shut down the snitch and the snooper:
Protect us, celebs,
From the twittering plebs,
And grant an injunction. A super.
