Anglo-file.
Anglo-file.
It is tough being English
In a modern world
When so many people
Think we are arrogant
Pissheads
Rampant Monarchists
Without a worldview
That is not Anglo-centric.
Jumped-up pipsqueaks
With voices too loud
And unable to say the word “sex”
Without going red in the face.
Haven’t these guys ever read
Lady Chatterley’s lover?
When it was banned, a kid brought
A copy into ‘our school.’
He read the salacious bits out loud
To a crowd of fifth-years
(I think that is ninth-grade
In old money)
Behind the bike sheds
To roars of embarrassed laughter
And nervous ticks.
Most Americans seem to be okay
With being called arrogant
Wearing the label
As a badge of honour
Believing they are the only country
With a democracy
Forgetting the Magna Carta
The Mother of Parliaments,
As well as truly believing
The founding fathers
Invented freedom (for those who looked like them)
When no such thing exists.
Some are a little embarrassed by the MAGA
Nonsense
But can forget what ‘freedom of speech’
Actually means.
When it is designed to cause
Offence and promote racial hatred
It is wrong.
We are responsible for our language
It is not a catch-all
And don’t get me started
On the right to bear arms.
Just in case?
What?
The government is not to be trusted?
Well heigh ho
Read me the news
Were they ever?
All governments
Are designed
To keep power in the hands of the few
And direct only enough resources
To the underclass
To keep them in line.
No revolution
Ever changed that outcome
Just ask Stalin
What he thought about
Power to the people
And Trump what he thinks
About one law for all
As well as the Romans,
What did they ever do for us?
I scratch my head
Perhaps I should be a good
Little Englander
Play up to the stereotype
Shout at waiters who don’t speak good English
Expect everybody
To follow the Premier League,
At least it is ‘proper’ football,
One day,
Perhaps like me,
It will ‘come home’
From being abroad
After all,
I have as much right to rant
As the next
Privileged white guy.