Dot your i's with little hearts

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I have no idols

I have no role models

I have no respect

For all that heritage

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The Celts gave me green eyes

A love for weapons and possessions

I dunno what the Saxons gave me

But probably my clottish words

The desire to pound in enemy's skulls

With a nice hefty lump of sandstone

I don't know what my parents DNA did either

But probably a love for expensive fatty food

Art, and endless lefty snobbery

I've idolised these toothless bastards

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I've been so honest about my hurt

And I've lied for so long

Quietly, I loathe them all

I'll deface Shakespeare

I'll piss on Ulysses

I'll eat priceless Vermeers

And throw the Ardagh Chalice in the Liffey

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Fuck this culture fix

I shall destroy like everyone else

This world has defaced me

Broken me, humiliated me

It never ceases to heap me with despair

I think I'll shag Kafka in his sleep

Perform the entire plays of Sophocles

Using severed heads on spikes

And recorded voices from BBC educational videos

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Pure wrath seeps from my mangled corpse

Yeah I steal my ideals from long dead rockers

And psychopathic suicidal head cases

I don't respect originality

Time stopped with the Romans

You can keep your pickled sharks

I am the ghost of a Celtic warrior queen

Gladly, I'll again kill my husband over a bull

No, I'd rather rub society's face in its own vomit

And make it look at itself in the mirror

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You can take me darling!

Hold me down.

Rape me to death.

Come on modern culture!

Are you afraid of me?

Maybe I'm scary now.

I look the same to me…

I'm a snivelling terrified child.

Yeah? Here I am!

Easy! C'mon! Take me!

Rape me.

Think you can't make me?

I'll spit in your face.

Splice your balls.

But if you stick your erection into

My dry, terrified vulva

I can't guarantee that you won't orgasm.