dead princess

calls for the blood of those who shot the dead princess

calls for the blood of those who pressed their eyes to the viewfinder

who gripped the machined machine

knives, ladies and gentlemen, please

but what of they who press their eyes to the page

what of those who hold remote control

do they who have paid all along now refuse to pay

knives, ladies and gentlemen, please.

the pretty young princess is dead

and every eye strains to see

it’s a right royal state of affairs

knives, ladies and gentlemen, please

the fleet of foot are off and running

it’s bread and butter and mad cow disease

our loose cannon, silenced at last

ladies and gentlemen, knives please

not satisfied till satiated

we drove her into a wall at high speed

we gripped the cameras and we shot the sad princess

knives, ladies and gentlemen, please!

those who paid pulled the trigger

kill the messenger

kill the messenger

knives, ladies and gentlemen, please

Owen Smith

5 February 1999 at 3:46 pm