Monday, 31 May 2010


I’ll give you my answer in a good kicking you bunch of phuckkwitz and journeymen layabouts.

Go join the mediocre and the artistically shit upon swindle singers.

…….off colour.

Rich How they revelled.

Wealthy Unworldly

Draped in jewels Like their traitorous enemy

Celebrated like nonentities. Never mentioned in death

With people of copper Whatever colour

Afflicted by their unjust blows Never touched though slaked in blood

And unjust their fate seems to me. Unjust their rest

The men who died unbeknown The terrorists who are unflow’n

To Albions fickle fealty. All sleekit slatterns.

Fled these shores.