How the faeries got subverted..well,

I think the poem goes a little like this

a spiritual movement based on renouncing and denouncing

a political movement where the strategy got missed

and disorder got ordered into

being left or being right

so you can wear your Doc Martins and capo camo or

you can wear your suit and tie tied tight

as the men in red stare straight ahead,

and then they stare straight through my face

thinking that with one god damn lousy megaphone

they’re going to save the whole god damn lousy human race

and purity means linking arms

coz who would dare to stand alone

and sharing means taking a T bone steak

and giving the dog the bone

‘and you know I end rap with an e and I spell women with a B’

according to those phat black rappers with frowns

and admittedly it’s just one of those days where the shit

just won’t

flush down,

and violence is back and badness is radness

and I stand politically incorrect,

with a middle finger raised up to the world

that shoes faeries no respect.