The man from UKIP
He said “no”
Felt a twitch in arse and decided to go
Stood up from his seat
And then flounced stage right
Returned like a mad man spoiling for a fight
He said my views were deeply offensive
He mustard cords looked deeply expensive
It got me thinking…
Are you a dick?
What are your motives?
And what makes you tick?
You’re fully entitled to make me think
To piss your pants
To spill your drink
You’re fully entitled to dismiss what I say
Just like you’re allowed to blame flooding on “gays”
I imagine your story
Try to guess who you are
I personify your actions whilst driving a car…
To be first in the queue
For you its all about race
As you check your mirror and see Clarkson’s sex face
You sit leather gloved as if waiting for a flag
Like some purple veined bell end in a Champagne Jag
With your royalist precipitation obsessed Right wing rag
Your view of the world is spiteful and sad
A utopian world of white middle age
With lefties provoking incandescent rage
A world that won’t tolerate or place value in change
A world with a pension the size of your prostate
A crow on the corpse of the welfare state
It makes me angry and that is your right
If it’s “je suis Charlie”
Then you talk shite
stevedorequinlan 