Cunt. A word that's under threat
from overuse.
I'd like to save it for the Cunt
that thumped his door
through at sunrise on Friday morning,
and the Cunt that flashed the warrant.
The Cunt that held the gun
to his head
as he knelt,
fingers interlaced behind his head.
The Cunts that put him up
at Her Majesty's Pleasure <Cunt>
without her medication.
That Cunt doctor that prescribed it
and kept his gob shut.
What about the pilot? Cunt.
That warmed the engine
while fifty shivering fuckers
shivered - frightened
in the terminal at Heathrow.
No Cunt asked to see their passport,
they just waved them through,
the Cunts.
But funnily enough, I wondered
did some daft Cunt stand
and wave his arms in English,
Cunting on
about the exit doors,
life jackets, the seatbelt light,
not smoking
as if they were all Cunts.
The Home Secretary
and all her junior ministers are Cunts.
Shuffling and signing papers,
not even reading them
or thinking of the names as lives
that live among us -
"Saving the English."
Let's us save us for ourselves
and not them Cunts.
Let's us save us
From them Cunts.
