"This one's called 'Fish and Chips':
A Fish runs foul of a plastic net,
Off Frinton-on-Sea,
(Sorry Fish),
Serco's got him now, or is it G4S?
It's all the same to him,
Gutted, filleted,
Fried and sold,
Swaddled in a Union Jack,
Of thin paper,
Greasy puck of Empire's end."