King Charles and my prostrate gland
Have made me
into a republican man,
For whilst I
groan and strain to piss,
Stuck on sixty-week
waiting list,
That monarch,
who I won’t call mine,
Is operated
on and can recline,
In a warm
clean private hospital bed,
Attentively nursed
and very well fed,
Whilst I wait
micturation, incomplete
On a cold
suburban toilet seat.
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