KNOW YOUR ENEMY WELL.
You can feel the frustration,
Self-righteous indignation.
In double-dodgy backstreet bars,
Arseholes in conversation:
They keep coming over,
They think they're in clover
As soon as they set eyes upon
The white cliffs of Dover.
It's liberals to blame,
With their middle-class shame.
They say 'come to our country
And stick in a claim.'
But we're not gunna take it
While immigrants make it.
They steal our jobs and giros.
They're not needy, they fake it.
We're the voice of white defiance,
We won't suffer in silence.
Why waste time with reason
When you can use violence?
While you're welcome to choose,
Fuck you if you share those views.
You'll end up doing time for race hate crime,
I hope you get your arse abused.
You should know your enemy well,
Don't let them drag you down to hell.
So I say fuck the BNP
And fuck the EDL.
FIVE-AND-TWENTY WINTERS.
We were childhood sweethearts,
Each other's teenage crushes.
Frolicking round the city's parks
And fucking in the bushes.
Mind, I had no concept of true love
Back when I was nineteen,
I just wanted to get my dick wet
And snort amphetamines.
But there was always something nagging
And I never really sussed.
Those strange sensations of elation,
I put down to speed and booze and lust.
And as I drifted through the decades
That came and went so fast,
I'd think about that grey-eyed girl
And the good times that had passed.
Then after five-and-twenty winters
I saw her face again.
She still smiles like a filthy crocodile,
I still melt when she says my name.
I've got no use for money,
Won't make me a better person.
I'm rich beyond my wildest dreams,
In love with Joanne McPherson.
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