Oh England what do you want from me?

Oh England what do you want from me?

I loved you like a sister

The one I never had

Until I realised you were a misogynist

Dressed in women’s clothes

Pretending to be gender fluid.

All you are is a Pantomime dame

A Widow Twankey

All washed up

Waiting for an Arabian Prince

To bail you out of trouble

Until the wrong shoe falls.

Squashing pumpkins,

Frightening the mice

So much

They all jump

From the hickory-Dickory dock.

Accessed through a smartphone

Until it stopped responding to my face

How could I have changed so much overnight?

Did you need my money

To pay off the national debt

You could have asked

Before confiscating my biscuit tin

For the greater good.

Nobody understands the reason

For food banks

Not in a civilised society,

It is the modern equivalent

Of a feudal system

Those worth less

Get less.

I debase myself for a tin of beans

I think that means we are all tarred

With a brush from the same barrel,

If the feather sticks,

Wear it.

Run me out of town if you will

It won’t change the nature of disease

The city is full of untouchables

Conspiring to rent cardboard.

The wolf blew down the almshouses,

I held on to an open door

Policy

As long as I could

Until the skin chafed.

We are all flaking away

Dandruff in Ermine

Rotting from the inside out

When we were all born diamonds.

The blood we shed

Is on your hands

Oh, England,

I love you so

But sometimes

I feel my back is against the wall

And I stop breathing,

Waiting for the first shot.