fauxcroft

II’ve worked with the migrants

Doing work that is shit,

I’ve bled with them ate with them

And shared in how they lived,

They were not judgemental

Nor did they brag about who they are,

They were caring and kind,

And they shared from the heart,

Unlike the slap head fat fascistic scum

Who beat on their misses

And act down the pub that is fun,

Knocking back Stella’s

And urinating on our streets,

They are Nazis with attitude

But who are intellectually weak.