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Chorten and the Wheelies
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Sitting here, thinking of Beachy Head,
with only Van Halen’s Jump playing for company
I consider what else these white cliffs conjure for us,
perhaps dover and those blue birds,
is that the essence of Britishness?
It’s certainly not those ‘British Values’
you might hear dribbled by the establishment,
the dregs of minds cluttered with
the deckchairs of imagined bracing beaches
where the Poles are still apart.
Did you know these so-called British values
are even provided for schools for use?
Patting ourselves on the back
with the dead hand of imperialism,
on a stick made from forearm
of a Sikh forefather,
who went over the top at the front, or fanned us from behind
at discrete distance
with the fronds of despair.
But I can’t help but think of the real British values
and tips for thriving in our land.
Always apologize
If you bump into someone in the supermarket,
especially if it wasn’t your fault.
Don’t ever start a conversation with someone you don’t know.
There are exceptions,
the bus or train braking down,
if you’ve been waiting somewhere
in close proximity, like a lift
for a little too long
maybe at a bus stop
or out walking early in the morning
with a prop, like a dog, or a kid or something.
Or if you live in the north.
But remember this
just mention whether its too
hot, cold, wet or windy,
(delete as applicable)
in a half rhetorical manner with a rising intonation.
No other conversation is permissible.
Obviously thanking the waiter
and say how great the shit food was.
Disappear in the crowd,
no attention please,
unless you drunk or a bloke in a BMW
then you can act a twat.
You can open shop with a silly name,
a nice pun maybe
but only if it’s a hairdressers
or sandwich shop.
Betty’s Big Baps never fails to entertain.
Never accept racism,
the traditional natives
are born of countless invasions and endless maraudings,
back when before we started exporting war.
The white stock of this country are mongrels,
that’s why we’re so ugly.
An Englishman’s throne is his toilet.
I’ve been reading Pablo Neruda’s love poetry
out loud on mine
(which somehow manages to be romantic
and disgusting at the same time).
Staring at my middle aged dread in the mirror,
my life’s been tied up nicely..
like a Gordian knot.
England may be about to throw itself off Beachy Head
but I certainly will not.
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shane bordoli Rishikesh, India
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