18 hour waiting times.
Zombies spraying
hateful bile, over the rank
crowded illness
fermentation tank.
"I blame those
from outside this square mile",
they splurge.
Through alcohol fuelled
spew inducing rage
they preach,
"It's the foreigners".
Increasingly ignorant
of the white faces swelling
up with cuts and bruises.
Another night of broken fists
and bloodied boozers
Police officers chained
to criminal clientele.
"But it's the foreigners" they yell.
Repeating the call throughout nightfall.
Wetherspoons NHS after party.
"But it's the foreigners",
they say.
Wobbling feet sway,
as they pound around waiting,
missing their name when called.
Too plastered to hear
through their own noise.
This wetherspoons tribe
letting anyone with ears
listen to their vomit and diarrhoea
swilled diatribe,
Filled with curses and swears,
everything is shifted blame.
"Those ne'er do wells have
caused this waiting game."
They frame their arguments
with pounding fists,
as they continue
to stagger, spew and swear.
"Not my fault officer I swear"
"Stop the boats" I hear,
in between background cries,
Fix the system. It is broken
they wail.
Well, let me give you a surprise
in the form of a rhymed tale.
You all voted for this.
Brexit Britain IS falling to bits.
Because of the leaders
and all of you hypocrites.
Who don't want
foreigners on our shores.
Who would love to
see our services pawned.
Those same people you blame
keep our boat afloat.
Throw them to the waves
and you too will capsize.
I'd say look with your own eyes,
but they seem so clouded
with hate and bad tides.
Thanks for reading
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You can find my New books
"Tales from the 44A" and "Stations
here
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and here
continue to do this.
Peace, Love & Poetry
Kyle
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