Slurring Sluggish Slang
An insight into the dark side of British society hidden from the eyes of foreigners in the oldest town walls
Note: The poem is dedicated to some British citizens I have had the opportunity to observe and has nothing to do with the entire nation. As in every country, there are bad apples that spoil the dough, and I've just described a few in my poem. And to justify myself I'm pretty much British too so a few bad apples never put me off from loving this place.
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Fu**ing spoiled
From the cradle
Your word fu**ing is everywhere
In your father’s mouth
How did they bring you up
And where?
You, indigenous inhabitant of irrational land
Swearing on every corner
Provoking the mind, doing damage deceitfully
To yourself
Mumbling words that I don’t understand properly
You put a mask on top
And instead of the whole cake
I have crumbs tossed at me
And smashed into my face
What’s the point of that?
You dare to criticise my accent
All I hear is counterfeit laughter
Do you realise that all you know
Is this town, nothing more?
The oldest generation to learn the basics
But they cannot appreciate other citizens
Only their own mates
Go ask yourselves
Where is this attitude going?
You are trying to teach me when you have no rights
To put yourself above me
Who do you think you are?
I’ve worked harder for your welfare
Paying taxes, making sure you get
Any support you need
Even in the worst of times
I was among the beasts
And now I can’t even sit up straight
With a broken back
From work that exceeds
Your probable commitment
Copiously paving the way
For the worst a**holes I’ve ever met
Here
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10 November 2021
revised on 23 August 2022
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