O fat white fuck sat maskless in First Class on the train
With, judging by your conversation, football on the brain,
Glowering like a fat dog eating shit out of a drain,
Sat slumped behind your table like the growing, darkening stain
On a passed out drunkard’s trousers when they’ve shat themselves again,
I imagine that you fancy that you’ve gone against the grain,
And you burn your own umbrella when it’s coming on to rain
To show that you’re a rebel who’s entitled to maintain
That you can do just what you want, but let me make it plain
O fat white fuck sat maskless in First Class on the train,
It’s your attitude that’s unmasked, your effortless disdain
For everyone except yourself, so I will now explain
That I hope that you catch Covid & die in screaming pain
So you will sit no more in pomp like fucking Charlemagne
And everybody else can cheer & break out the champagne
O fat white fuck sat maskless in First Class on the train.