Dedicated to all the poor souls out there who waste their precious time and energy hating others for existing in their proximity.
At night I hear strange voices, I shake between the sheets
They’re Polish, Czech and Indian, they’re flooding all our streets,
I dread a painful death from an unknown disease
I might catch on the metro from a foreign cough or sneeze…
With ugly scowls and boos and hideous tatoos
From north down to south we’re frothing at the mouth;
I see enemies in prams and carried by their Mums,
My heart aches and bleeds every time one breeds.
I call out to my peers and only get their rears,
For when they hear me speak their faces turn so bleak;
I seek wisdom from my muse but I only shout abuse;
My rhetoric should convince but all they do is wince…
I really don’t Sig Heil, though I’m full of racist bile,
My sanity’s fragile but my doctor’s in denial;
My poor soul goes stale as I read the Daily Mail,
And every single day it fuels my dismay…
I feel like a brave stag posing with the flag,
I force some eerie smiles as if I had the piles,
There is no joy, no future, no hope at all out there
As long as all those strangers keep using up my air!