Uniform

Good manners are what a man must have

Restraint discipline we should feel glad

We can’t express what we feel

We must be meek mild and brought to heel

We cannot laugh at the feast of fools

Without our piety become sins tool

Delude ourselves decorums yoke

Our freedom must be choked

Wear your uniform and laugh they fuck you up the arse

The carnival it must be shut

For if we think our throats they’ll cut

Wear your uniform and lie every day until you die