They pine for days that never were
through *** stained teeth and stagnant slur
where blackface clowns and monkey chants
still echo loud in bitter rants

The snow was whiter, summers long
they hum some half remembered song
no climate lies, no “woke” offence
just ignorance dressed up as sense

They clutch their flags like sacred skin
wrap rot and rage and hate within
A pint, a bet, a Brexit cheer
no future grows, but still they sneer

Stagnant days spent waiting
wishing something meaningful
to happen
Pints, regrets and the stench of gammon