Ben walks to the door-
More?
Largely not for you,
fuckwit.
Heroin needle
hit
in Witham
took your father.

Black Westminster tears wheedle,
their
way
down
towards the passive voice.
Rejoice,
Covid saviour is born in the bloody womb of parliament.

Cameras watching, protesters cotching,
the papers told me the ragheads did it.
I know there’s a Queen but she’s just figuring out her head.
Doesn’t matter we’re all Eton the same fucked stew.

Class. I was told mine at school.
Told not to think.
Pass not to innovate.
IRA or IRS fuck it it’s all England
Anyway.