The State of England
by leesio
Posted: Tuesday, July 12, 2005 Word Count: 163 Summary: This is just something quick, basic and rough round the edges but fitting for my choice of subject which I wrote one boring afternoon about 3 months ago. I intend to write a more accomplished and thought out poem about the good things I consider about England. |
England, a nation confused
Cultures transfused
Sports heroes that lose
An identity crisis
Capricorn meets Pisces
Absent church diocese
Economy boom n’ bust
Ugly ladies that we lust
Neighbour you can’t trust
A thousand apologies
Migration overseas
Hospitals rot with disease
Schoolchildren truant
Mi English ain’t fluent
Criminals ever pursuant
Our morals are panicking
Industry is vanishing
Civil apathy flourishing
Suffering alienation
A media sensation
From a pirate radio station
Celebrity overload
GM seeds to be sowed
A frog mates a toad makes a froad
Political correction
A suffering erection
Emotional vacation
Living in fear
A sentimental tear
Love on a pint of beer
Half-price sale
Conversation pale
Righteousness will prevail
Gorge on fast food
Our language is crude
Fuck is no longer hued
Sexual repression
Conservative progression
A smack and crack session
Liberties held secure
A threat at every door
Escape provides allure
From the grey and cold
Of this place so old
And greatness once and forever told
Of Old England
Cultures transfused
Sports heroes that lose
An identity crisis
Capricorn meets Pisces
Absent church diocese
Economy boom n’ bust
Ugly ladies that we lust
Neighbour you can’t trust
A thousand apologies
Migration overseas
Hospitals rot with disease
Schoolchildren truant
Mi English ain’t fluent
Criminals ever pursuant
Our morals are panicking
Industry is vanishing
Civil apathy flourishing
Suffering alienation
A media sensation
From a pirate radio station
Celebrity overload
GM seeds to be sowed
A frog mates a toad makes a froad
Political correction
A suffering erection
Emotional vacation
Living in fear
A sentimental tear
Love on a pint of beer
Half-price sale
Conversation pale
Righteousness will prevail
Gorge on fast food
Our language is crude
Fuck is no longer hued
Sexual repression
Conservative progression
A smack and crack session
Liberties held secure
A threat at every door
Escape provides allure
From the grey and cold
Of this place so old
And greatness once and forever told
Of Old England