I fear to walk down the High Street
Lest I see some of the ugly freaks there;
Misshapen lumps of sub-humanity,
Creatures of the dark alleys,
Skins ugly and pock-marked,
Untermenschen.
Black souls and alien hearts,
Unwashed unemployable vermin,
Knife-carrying thugs without morals
Seeking to rob and mug and maim,
Spawn of the slums;
And yet they are "British"
In the eyes of the law
But the law is a fool;
The sooner they are eliminated the better
For my poor benighted nation.
Oh God in highest Heaven,
Visit us with thy kindly Plague
To cleanse our Augean stables.
Are there still scones for tea?
The poet asked wistfully.
No, only burgers and jerk chicken,
Before a knife in the guts
To steal a child's mobile phone.
A contest entry
- BRITAIN - THE GREATEST COUNTRY IN THE ENTIRE WORLD!!!!!!!!! by Edna Sweetlove.
450 points, ended August 5, 10 entries
Honorable winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
If you wish to comment, please be polite and I shall reciprocate.
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Outstanding
There is more than a grain of truth in what you are saying. I walk down our high street and there is always someone who fits your description. There are of course nice people as well, but street life can surprise you sometimes we cacoon ourselves in our own lives. I thought this was a good poem and admired your honesty, painting the world as you see it. I'm not sure if I agree with you 100% but the crime statistics in the UK do not make for good reading. Best of luck in the contest.
. Rewarded 8
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Yikes ...
I thought it was bad in Des Moines.
Clever write .
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This is fucking terrifying. What else can I say? I think I'll nip off for a warm, cleansing shower. I assume you know Brixton quite well?
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