Many congratulations to American readers today for managing to turn your juggernaut of a nation hard’o’port. If you could set a course for sanity now please No. 1 and lock the Clinger-on up in the brig, the world would be a much cheerier place. Would that we had the opportunity to do the same but our left blinker is not working at the moment. Sadly, the same cannot be said for our straight ahead blinkers which are frighteningly functional. I know it’s not generally considered safe to wake up a sleepwalker but feel free to give us a good shake someone, anyone?
So I stay, who care I illegal?
I cross border, poor and broke,
Take bus, see employment folk.
Nice man treat me good in there,
Say I need to see welfare.
Welfare say, "You come no more,
We send plenty cash right to your door."
Welfare cheques, they make you wealthy,
NHS, it keep you healthy!’
and The Sun newspaper. Much excitement.
Also the weather has been most improving
even in February. Daffodils. (Wordsworth. Up North.) If you like
Shakespeare or even Opera we have too the Black Market.
For two hundred quids we are talking Les Miserables,
nods being as good as winks.
It’s easy to draw the conclusion that it’s OK to rubbish immigrants if you a) make money off it, b) are being deliberately ironic which is the cornerstone of British cleverness, c) are so rich and/or cool that people are more afraid of offending you than they are of contributing to the oppression of minorities. Are both of these verses racist or neither? You decide…