Though I was born in Britain I am not a 'Brit' I do not fit in Their houses are so cold Because they are too cheap To turn up the ****** heat
I find some of them deceitful, They self-righteously pretend To be serene And peaceful But love to fight All over the world Blasting other beings Into the netherworld
Tied to tradition They insist On going against the global grain They weigh in stones And still drive on the wrong ****** side of the road
They sing 'God Save The Queen'. God has more common sense He believes the word 'Excellency' A too commonly used currency Slapped, like a hat On the head of a simple aristocrat
God save the common people Living under too many thumbs Of pretentious and powerful people, With utterly obscene incomes
Sean Hunt Windermere Dec. 7, 2015
Born in London to Irish parents, but as my very Irish dad used to say when teased about his first born son being born in London: "Sure if a cat has kittens in the oven you don't call them 'kittens'.