'My First Mistress - A Poem by the State of England' by Nathan FitzPatrick
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'My First Mistress
- A Poem by the State of England'
When first I met you, it seemed
You were the answer to all that I'd dreamed,
A fresh young face with brand new ideas
To nurture my hopes and soothe all my fears.
And thus began our sordid affair
And caught was I in tight tangled snare.
My aging wife, the old monarchy,
To you relinquished her crown and her key.
Those wild nights, all those things we tried
So inkeeping with national pride.
And all the others who soon joined our group,
Faith, Freedom, and Justice; a merry troupe.
But you deceived me, I know that now,
I danced to your tune, to that awful row.
You dulled my senses with potions and drugs,
Whilst from under my feet you stole all the rugs.
And there are others, don't think I can't see;
It never has been just you and me.
And yet you can't leave it, you always want more.
Like dogs we all ran to go fight in your war.
My power is gone now, you hold the full deck.
The people detest me, I'm left an old wreck.
You Parasite, Cuckoo, you Wolf-In-The-Fold,
When I was but young, ma'am, you were already old.
- Nathan FitzPatrick
