Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"
And while you're at it give me a few vials of steroids,
A couple of nose jobs, a boob job and bottom lift,
Give me the family whitegoods welcome pack with the 54” plasma no smaller thanks
Give me welfare for life, free medical and dental
And the right to practice my traditional artforms
of arson and blowing stuff up when I get a bit frustrated
Now go and do my washing.