The Roué’s Politics
Musical accompaniment: Haydn string quartet in B – flat op. 1 no. 1 movement 5.
“De toutes les folies, il n’y en a pas de plus grand que de vouloir rendre le monde meilleur.” —Molière.
The only diff’rence that I see between regimes
affecting me is, government’s always declared — not
that I ever really cared.
There was a King, his name’s forgot — the Queen
supposedly was hot; but my opinion’s pretty slim — so
either way, let’s think of quim.
There was rebellion in the South but there was also
nether mouth; it’s fine by me whoe’er prevail — just
lead me to that mossy vail.
And Robespierre was a big deal — whatever, give
me paps to feel; they fought in all the cities, true —
but there were lovelies’ titties, too.
The Revolution came and went, so yay — I’d rather girls in
lingerie; these governments all come and go — it’s damsels
I most fancied, though.
I heard about the guillotine but I prefer something
obscene; one day Napol’on, next a King — just
lead me to that shady spring.
These gents are at each other’s throats as if I care how
either votes; opinions, yes, I’ll give ‘em that — but how
‘bout lèche-moi la chatte ?
One side wears red, one side wears blue, but they’re all
pink, pull out their queue; one side is good, one side is bad
— and who knows which as pleasure’s had.
Sure, monarchists pontificate but I’d rather
ejaculate; true, Jacobins the state inveigh but I
prefer to forniquer.
I hear of left, I hear of right — orgasms don’t have
much insight; the low countries I’d rather dwell —
their politics can go to hell.
The Bourbons or the Bonapartes —
they’re all the same, just smell their farts; these
governments all come and go — it’s damsels I most
fancied, though.