English Brit Grit

We all like what we like. From the greats to the raw and the ripe. The grit keeps on with the great fight. Pushing language beyond what might. Losing time but keeping dear our chosen right. To argue is British. To complain above and beyond our balance and insight. Appearance lost in translation of mob and shame made light. The truth is no one else cares about what we might. Passion for life held by words, mantras, half between a knife that cuts us both left and right. Another day, another slight. Shame me again please because I want the Blighty Blight!