Margaret Thatcher: So In Conclusion...

I'm so glad you're dead.
Ha ha ha!
You fucked us all over, so fuck you.
Let's pretend we care - you did well on that.
I hope you writhed in agony, baying to the wind.
Why feign sympathy for you when you had none?
Go look in a dictionary.
Between 'cunning' and 'cup', there you are.
The only good thing about you for me was you made me a communist
And created a whole new world of righteous ire.
If only you could die every day.
So I could piss on your grave again.
And again and again and again.
Rejoice, rejoice, rejoice in that news!
Death star - "a new face in Hell".
Goodbye from a world you made crueller.