The Unfairness Of Angels
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As he oversees his domain in front of him Fried bread, eggs and black pudding He eats his sausages and bacon and tomatoes from a tin Whilst thinking of the world he lives in A full English Slurping on his cup of tea He overhears what's on the telly A young girl murdered, and news about more asylum seekers And as he browses through the paper all about underage drinkers Whilst tucking into his full English Flicking to the back of the paper he reads the sport He hands move over to the tomato ketchup then the salt His mind is focused on the football scores The news on the telly continues to say about foreigners coming to his shores Whilst he finishes his Full English He wipes his plate clean with a slice of bread The news continues about another British solider dead He wipes his hands down his jeans Thinking next time he will have mushrooms not beans Knowing he's full and English Vote for this poem
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