Over the next few days I will publish a few poems that I write in "rant" mode. They are quintessentially different to my other poetry, and, amongst other things, are occasionally sprinkled with expletives and bad grammar to convey a certain "underclass" subject matter. I've made judicious use of asterisks in these cases(the gall of the man, I hear you cry) but I'm sure you can work it out! Today;
BRIT ABROAD
I'm English me,
I like me toast
And big fried breakfasts on the coast
In cafes with Eastenders on
And playing Bingo, just for fun
The Union flag is on my arse
EU Directives? F***ng farce!
It might be Spain, but bugger that,
With KISS ME QUICK upon me 'at
I'll drink the Lager til I puke
And fall down in me birthday suit
I love me football, UP THE REDS!
You love the blues? You're f***ing dead!
I'll stove yer head in on a wall
What do I care about? F**k All
I'll spray paint sh**t because I'm bored
I'm Top Man, I'm a Brit Abroad.
Written by Kev Moore 01/06/06
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