If I Didn’t Have You—Who Would I Hate?

Bicycle.
By sickle.
Shut your whore mouth!

Semicolon,
Or semiconductor.
What do you think?

Finicky bugger,
You are.
Get to fuck!

Ramadan was,
A time for celebration,
In Upminster.

Leaves! Leaves! Leaves!
Remains! Remains! Remains!
Stuck in the cud.

Smelly Packy Stanny,
Had had enough of the jibes,
And took a shower.

All of your nightmares,
Will become fantasies,
When you eat that Stilton.

I will commend you,
For your observance;
I’ve, indeed, a hairy arse.

I wish you were here,
Hanging by the neck,
Instead of me.

Not to be a cunt or owt,
But I think all homos,
Are disgusting cretins.

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…