Arise, Sir Jacob

 

 

 

 

 

 

Arise, Sir Jacob 

Arise, Sir Jacob, from your supine pose,

to that entitlement and honour you 

presumably assume is among those

you had somehow long been entitled to.

 

I hope Sir Cliff, Sirs Paul, Elton and Rod 

will now be sending theirs back having seen

how absurd this medieval, slip-shod

'honour' has, to say the least, always been.

 

For services to what? Only yourself,

a little England that there never was

except for in your imagination.

Your only reasons to be were your wealth

and making a big show of how you doss

on front benches. You betrayed your nation.