She's written a book for white families is the only explanation I can come up with. Daddy could have bee a lady in the army and... oh the opportunities she had and she just couldn't do it. Pathetic old bleep.
Good point actually. Missed a trick there.
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This is our garden
where we take arty pics
Photo shopped to bollox
Cos we think the public are dicks.
This is our kitchen
where dad and I roast chicken
and make healthy waffles
and get a bit of dick in.
This room is for Doris
Where she hides my dangly earrings.
Sadly she's not here today
but in court at another hearing.
This is the norty hole
concealed behind the kitchen.
Where mummy locks up daddy
when she's tired of all his bitchin'
This is your lovely bedroom
with windows ceiling to floor
with bunk beds for the nannies
and 5 locks on the door.
Back into the garden
where the
wet-backs gardeners toil all day
and where Porka viewed my chickens
and asked "Are you OK?"
No one ever asks that
so aunt Porka left me broken.
To those cunts in the UK
I was just another token.
Yeah,this poem has gone off topic
but your dad is just a runt!
I really wanted William
but got stuck with the ginger
bleep.
xx.
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