Bar Steward Town 7
In the town they built pubs and bars and clubs
Before they built the houses to cater for the needs
Of the nutcases and hardmen and their gals
Who inhabited the place for they were all thirsty
And needed a drink or ten before the next fight
Or before going off to work in the mills
Or digging the canals or making train tracks
They were a bunch of hard bar stewards
Who you never ever messed with unless
You were one of them and of equal hardness
Cut form the same cloth and millstone grit
Quite unlike any other men in any other town
Simply the hardest and least girly of any men
They proudly lived in Bar Steward Town
And wrote the history books on being hard
Categories:
nutcases, art, beauty, birth, creation,
Form: Free verse
Stop them Now
I have an itch it breaks out in a red rash, been to the doctor
who says I’m suffering from an attack of Islam- phobia which
manifest itself with a strong antipathy against people who
drink sweet tea and not are willing to swill beer like us.
They also dress strange when going to the mosque, that is
ok, it only when they talk about Shari laws I feel as they are
trying to convert us to their way of thinking.
This is my country too I do not want it taken over by people
who represent another culture.
That is why I protest and march in the street, it is not about
Anti- Semitic, Anti- whatever feelings I, like my friends, are not
for bending to a way of life that is alien to us. We did not
have a revolution to let a group of fundamentalist be given
or handed over to a group of nutcases.
Categories:
nutcases, abuse, africa, anger, angst,
Form: Blank verse