S-O-R-R-Y

Your prose is elegant as you demonstrate contempt, it's true And the targets you attack mostly deserve a whack from you Yes you're entertaining You fill up the page Fill it up with your rage But now there's a doubt over the wisdom you hand out in spades Please tell us which you think is the country we should next help invade What a bloody carnage you cheered us into And the others like you You never wore a uniform Unless it was a uniform of a school or youth organization But from watching others do What they would never do holds a sad fascination And now I'm reminded by feelings so strong Of Bernie Taupin's lyric to Sir Elton's song Can you say the hardest word? 'Cause you demand apologies From public figures on their knees As you invite them to say "So long" So let's hear your rendition Of words of contrition For getting it so wrong Would you like to say something? (Something) Would you like to say sorry? (Sorry) Sorry (Sorry) That's S-O-R-R-Y