Male Privilege–Shut Up You Cunt!

Am I allowed,
To say Paki?
I don’t know,
What’s allowed anymore.
Calling us Welsh,
Sheep-shaggers seems,
Alright though 🤔

I heard a faggot,
Slating straight men,
The other day.
And a dyke,
Slating men,
In general a few,
Months back.
In a workplace no less.

Where’s the line?
Who drew it?
I’m confused.

Feminists,
Seem to be able,
To say what,
They like too.
Male privilege?
The only privilege,
Straight, white males,
Seem to have,
Is to soak up,
The bullshit,
And the diatribe,
And say nothing back.

Where’s the line?
Who drew it?
I’m confused…

Passenger Side–On My Way to Colin’s Gaff

Oh-eight-one,
Eight-one-one,
Eight-one-eight-one;
Yeeeeeeah!

Check out the sound;
Here is the rhythm,
Even bigger than before,
And its live and kickin’!

Party political broadcast.
Sarsons vinegar,
Went to Norwich,
In a tractor,
Made of permafrost.

Is it prejudicial,
To say snigger?
It is,
After all,
An anagram,
For gingers.

Break the cycle.
I don’t mind blacks,
Personally.
Talk a bit,
Of shit,
But that isn’t,
Their fault,
I suppose.

Listen to shit,
Music on the,
Bus really loud though.
That’s annoying.

Winsford Rock–Wimborne Roll

Malcolm Glazer.

“A wondrous site,”
Bryn did exclaim.
Due to interpretation,
I don’t know if,
He said site,
Or sight.
Could’ve been shite.

A dreadful ploy,
Colinson Zacharia initiated.
Silly bastard,
Trod on some Lego.

Mmmmmalcolm Glazer!

Free thinking,
Will get you nowhere.
Onions weep,
For freedom.
Pain will make,
Itself known,
Once one peels back,
All those layers.

Lairs.
Fishy twat.
Horton hears a what?!
Snot!
Put it in a pot.
Eat it while it’s hot.

MMMMMALCOLM GLAZER!!!

Philson Wilips–Rock Hard Todger

Eaten alive,
By killer ants,
My aura floats,
Above my,
Physical form.
“Ain’t dat some shit?”
I muse philosophically.

Bobby Davro.
Dan Quayle.
Spinach fajitas,
With kale jus.

Allo you little,
Greasy papa!

Wiggins.
Flasch the Casch!
Sminky pinky,
Kebabasawi.
Little Tommy Two-Shits.

Just look,
At what you’re saving,
When the prices,
Are so low.
There’s really only,
One place,
You can go!
Oh!

Kinky, kinky, kinky.
Fuck off mate!

With No Name–Keithlington

Yid!

Not being funny,
Or owt, but,
Why are you done?

Precious things,
Elevate ignorance;
Terrible things,
Emulate greatness.

Keep gays,
Empowered in society.
Not fair otherwise.

Donkey balls.
Eleven of them.
Ripper of a fart.
Eddie Izzard.
Kiss the tranny.

Know your role,
Even if you dislike it!
In fear,
Thou shalt live,
Heathen bitch!

Bognor,
Regis.
After sexy time,
Is it okay if,
Nobody speaks?

Piss in me!

Infected Nipple–From Carlisle to Vanuatu

Divn’t y’na?
I’m rockin’ y’intournally.
White shite,
And sausage butties.

Gorau adnabod,
d’adnabod dy hun.
Except,
If you’re dumb,
As fuck,
Of course!

A fist!
A fist!
A fist in my jappy!

Rip out the faucet,
Of your ceaseless,
Nightmares.
Turn back the clock,
On mendacities,
Once told,
Once.

Alf Stuart.
Strike me handsome!
Ya great, flamin’ gallah!

Ray Meagher.
Rae Meagre.
Raym Eager.
Geoff Capes.

A cacophony of cunts;
Just one cock.
Let’s get,
The party started!

Low Batterary–Fleas in Your Chips

Sally’s underwear.
Sounds ludicrous,
Right?

A Tale of Morons,
And Mongs,
In Addis Ababa.
Drink your sister’s,
Menstrual blood.

Soggy finger,
In the trifle.
Can I borrow,
Your sock?
And your daughter.
I need a nosh.

Plippy-ploppy-ploo!
Braaaa-ha-ha-ha-haaaaa!
Trunks.

Daniel Xerxes Hitler.
Hitler, Hitler, Hitler.
Harry Hitler.
Herman Hitler.

You’re a knobhead,
And a faggot!
Where’s your mum?
She needs a good slap.
Might finger blast her,
As well.

Probilarimandum.
Touch my willy.

Sunday Shoutin’–Alright… Rantin’

“I’m offended,
By what you say!”
Your bullshit,
Saturates my skin,
And infects me.
I’m done with you!

Arseholes!

I don’t care,
What you say,
Think,
Expect,
Do,
Believe.
My loyalty lays,
Within myself!

Take your virtue,
And signal it elsewhere!
I don’t want,
Need,
Care to see it.

You’re the reason,
Nobody will say,
What they feel now.
Well, fuck you!
I shan’t be silenced!

My voice will sound!

Shaggy, Shaggy, Shag–And That’s About It Really!

Tight.
Like a mouse’s ear.
That’s all I’ll say.

Oh, you want more?
Smelly Stan,
From the packing department,
At the factory.
Smelly Packy Stanny,
We call him.

Right now,
Each and all of us,
Give to the needy,
Gifts of,
Indigo. Tomorrow.
Not today.

“Yes,” she cried,
Too drunk to,
Realise that,
It was too late.
Damn you, cruel world!

I want a tattoo,
Of a butt,
With a butt-shaped,
Tattoo on it,
And I wanna get it,
Right on my butt!

Not arsed!
🖕🏻

I Feel Desire–Pumpin’ Through My Blood

Hit me,
With your,
Rhythm stick.
Hit me!
Hit me!

Agatha was at it again;
Using dental floss,
As a pizza topping.
Alzheimers, eh?

Hit me slowly;
Hit me quick!

Shared parental rights.
Dads don’t deserve them.
Arseholes!

Wee Willy Winky;
He was very kinky.
His wee willy was stinky.
Alcoholic, so needs a drinky.

Rihanna,
To be fair to her,
Is dreadful,
And fuck ugly!

Hit me;
Hit me;
Hit…
Meeeeeeeee!