The so many times some Britolite
has stood there, mouth agog, shoulders tight
"So many chats with especially Krauts,
do you want to know something from someone who actually talks
especially on my long walks, with the horses mouth rather than your internet
or telly nonsense, and i lived there so long don't forget
... speaking with a 'German' about what they think of whatever you want to call Federation
or some other kind of political entity
the great majority,
will retort, well me
I don't ever call myself even by this or that State any more
Nor thinkso,
In fact we really only think of all of us as one great big related fairly happy family.
Of man.
But speak to an even Anglicised
African apart from the shared oppression by that awful one!
"so what's the answer what should happen? what does your sky faery say about turn the other cheek, even live and let die.."
"let it...be" ( a great big long so utopian shamaniac excuse for doin' nowt
ever..., knowing all's so well and it's nothin' to do with me and we pacified the even the Kraut
precisely how ....as Slavvers stated
that They Would never Hurt a Fly
until they did, and anyone has any opinions about anything outside their lil' bougeois bubble,
should be hated
and thought likely to cause them trouble.
Funny that it's exactly what Swestershire, sanctuary
for London runaways, couldn't make the cash to buy their idyllic Utopian holiday
island, is.
THE END of the deliberately worst non epic non Homeric load of nothing
cos I know one thing, no one actually, cares
