Like its my fault
you are amongst the Seventy percent
of the worlds poor and under-privileged mass
but our feral chavs can talk
after-all you're brimming with bacon butties
and full of fish and chips
while you collect welfare money and zoom to
off-licences for *****
be proud you're in the same league table of poors
as Calcutta street beggars
of those from the shantys' in S. Africa or favela
in Brazil or bridge sleepers in Gambia
they don't get welfare or have the hot chippie
or kebab shop round the corner
as for ***** they say we can't even afford food
for belly much less *****
so our western seventy per-centers fighting elites
why not give up the bacon butties
and the pub trips and the weeds and crack smack
and go spend a month in Africa
where the sun will roast you and toughened you up
and street life will learn you to hell
then come back and fight your war against the elites
cos as you are now you're just cannon fodders
with full stomach and useless idles
like all that is my fault, n'est-ce pas ?