The Duke of Westminster is dead, today,
Who the fuck, I hear you say,
Gerald Grosvenor, billionaire, sixth Duke,
interned in Ecclestone – it is no joke.
No longer sat in Eaton Hall,
his yard, ten thousand acres all,
To be passed to his (youngish) lad –
being entitled isn’t so bad!
Three days a year they open their gates,
to give to charity, from God’s own estate.
Within succession, an obligation there,
to raise a few quid, three days each year.
No inheritance tax, to save our state,
instead a trust, ensures none paid:
The richest aford the best in advice,
whilst the others live fucked-over lives.