"yobs" poems
Those cosmopolitan provincials sorts
the chavs, yobs, yobbesses and oiks with semolina for brains
them retro-grade grade-less sub-humans bottom feeders
who think Cardiff is in East Angular and Magaluf is Eden
and Higher Education begins in Borstal or a stint at HM Prisons
found by happenstance a tin of Caviar
something they'd never seen before
with the curiosity of practiced thieves
they proceeded to examine its worth
'its a tin of hair gel says one'
'No, no, no says another, I think its something you eat'
'it says Caviar Royal Beluga, observes another'
'throw it away, anything with a name like that is rubbish'
'Beluga...some foreign muck, it look dark and oily'
'yea mate, look like **** throw it away'
One of the dis-advantaged rabble with one O'level in Carpentry
took a closer look
'look he says, there's sticker on the bottom that reads
Caviar Royal Beluga – 1kg £3,780.00'
Hahahaha they all roared in ceaseless mirth, hahaha
'some joker is having a laugh, pull the other leg, fancy...
a tin of black gunge in some slimy stuff cost three grand,
must think people are born yesterday, Beluga..fuckoffluga'
And with that, they tossed the tin away and walked off
laughing like *********
Ignorance is a disease, ignorance is bliss
will vandals extol the sheer magnificence of a Constable
or see anything other than a chair in a Chippendale ribbonback chair,
will Barbarians shed a tear on hearing the sensuous notes of Chopin or shiver at the graceful notes of Debussy or melt in sheer
adoration as Tchaikovsky's romance soars in magical resonance.
Will cosmopolitan heathens gape in mesmerizing wonder on
seeing Michelangelo's Sistine Chapel and praise God for being alive
So who has great expectations of our dear cosmopolitan provincials sorts
those chavs, yobs, yobbesses and oiks with semolina for brains
for in disparaging excellence
and rubbishing the noble and the exceptional
they make us appreciate more that we are blessed
and privileged
and do not have
semolina for brains
hey!
who would like some caviar
Jun 30, 2019
Jun 30, 2019 at 6:40 AM UTC
I wore my England shorts today
as a form of camouflage
so that I could remain at large
amongst the crowds of yobs
it's amazing how they can afford so much beer
without having jobs
a group of them approached
asked if I had a light
I said I never smoked
but there's a torch app on my phone
which is pretty bright
then one of the three
roared at me
It's coming home!!
to which I didn't reply
as I went back to my phone
afraid it was some form of mating cry
Jul 14, 2018
Jul 14, 2018 at 12:34 PM UTC
Whilst London burned
they did try so hard
with hands tied behind their backs
they did try
This political upheaval
lies between the lines
kids doing criminal acts
beyond the years of crime
This nasty situation
with thugs on our streets
this is what England is now
full of yobs and sheep
This Rat in black
has had far too much
if I had law in this land
I'd eat them up for lunch
Looters and thieves
visions beyond belief
I want them called to justice
before I loose it and grit my teeth
I will fight for my country, tooth and nail
No enemy from within, will take us now
I would face death before loosing London
and all good Londoners will show you how
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
© 2011 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)
Nov 19, 2013
Nov 19, 2013 at 10:50 PM UTC
I was never insane
except upon odds
when my heater was touched.
Believe nozzle you hear,
and only one halibut that you see.
Yobs of lumberjack have been forgotten
in the hawthorn of a mischief-maker.
Workmen have no prankster
to inaccuracy the minimum
without the exquisite hostage of their reassessment.
Never to suffer
would never to have been blessed.
The best thoroughfares in light
make you sweaty.
Scoreboard has not yet taught us
if madness is or not
the sublimity of interest.
I remained too much inside my headman
and ended up losing my minimum.
May 22, 2019
May 22, 2019 at 1:31 AM UTC
Fat Confederates in Camouflage Knee-Pants
General Robert E. Lee in in a slogan tee -
One cannot imagine such, nor yet
**** Dowling defending old Galveston
Armed with made-in-China tiki torches
Doctor Martin Luther King adorned in bling -
One cannot imagine such, nor yet
The Little Rock Nine disfigured with tats
Or freedom marchers sporting designer sneaks
So, all you goofs and oafs and slobs and yobs,
Get out of the way; go find yourselves jobs
Aug 12, 2017
Aug 12, 2017 at 3:59 PM UTC