I’m putting my X
next to the boy from Barking
cos Brown don’t float my boat
and Cameron ain’t from my manor
Billy can make it happen,
a world where unisex chip shops
are a reality and the milkman
only delivers, long-life
human kindness
He’ll reform the Lords,
in a Rock Against Ermine gig
smack bang in Victoria Park
he’ll have them skanking to
Steel Pulse, marching to
Brixton’s Guns.
Wanker bankers will weep and wish
on space hardware, but
Billy will push it through, in an
all night non-gender specific reading of
Billy’s blueprint for Britain.

Comments
Dynamaso | January 19, 2010 - 05:15
If I were British, he'd have my vote too.
barely black francis | January 20, 2010 - 06:42
This poem is half English and I'm half English too.