" FUCK LONDON!" - a collection of poems celebrating London life... With Love X

FUCKING IMMIGRANTS!

London is a stranger who disguises all of life's enigmas hides them way behind a concrete mask:

We brandish our pomp with red white and blue and outwardly we can salute our proud continuum,
Of order and tradition
And a narrative of winning.

Box lives lived, making meaningful decisions with important repercussions - we are all SO FUCKING VITAL!
Such songs reverberate throughout our line of time, and stain the seed of all of us who would call this "Our England:"

We are all visitors to London:

We all inhabit the rooms of stranger/ghosts and mock their footsteps in a parody of their past.

We savour the strangeness of this city of commerce and relish the chance to live on, live out, live up...

...Yes London is a stranger, a moment snatched in pleasure, though the pleasure softly echoes and it lingers.

...Yes London is a stranger, yet to many we remain your faceless friend.

FUCKING HUSBANDS

" I love my wife I really do now touch my cock it's hard."

FUCKING POLITICIANS

You fumbled through an awkward presentation as you raised your sloshing glass in Praise of Margret Thatcher;
Your carnal eyes intent on owning me,

But they don't:

They never will and neither will your clammy hands detain my undomesticated heart, oh yes, you think that you are something;
You rattle past the great and good and think that you're eternal,

But you're not:

I'm sorry that you think I wasn't schooled enough in matters of a gilded-homo life,
Indeed I must seem rather common;
Too quick my eyes glint bawdy green and clearly they offend your sense of taste;

And yet you want me here.