"Sick England"
The streets are littered with discarded Poundland England flags,
Railway bridges are super busy with disillusioned English lemmings.
Rope & one way train tickets to Beachy Head are selling out fast.
The Women of our once great country cower under the stairs & in trembling wardrobes,
Where swollen lips & panda eyes quiver & bulge,
As empty beer can after empty beer can are hurled at the trashed tv in the next room. It is the end of the world as they know it.
Our country's gallant fan of football lick their wounds of split knuckles & tooth dented toe caps.
Kicked in doors.
Hammered steering wheels.
Broken hearts.
There is sick everywhere.
Sick & blood.
Sick & blood & tears.
Not mine, I am more of a snooker man myself!
Jason
(C) JPT June 2010.
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