Offspring of a Siamese sexual mishap
gutter bred and brothel born.
conceited overbearing bureaucrat
lover of archaic rules forlorn..
You greatest pleasure to forbid
forbid and quote the rules to prove.
It matters not what you forbid
as long as you can cause distress
by your unhelpful attitude.
May you be pilloried by the press
your wife bedeck you brow with horns.
Your misery be bottomless
your feet afflicted with septic corns.
May all you favourite rose trees die
and you suffer from barbers itch
in crimson blotches on both thighs.
May you discover life’s a bitch
obesity mark you for its own.
Insomnia be a nightly curse
May you forget all that you’ve known
your memory grow steadily worse.
You snivelling jumped up little berk
your pretended petty authority
An air assumed by a useless jerk
who has not heard of empathy.
I think you might just infer
from these few words that I say
that I would much prefer
To rub your face in cow dung
or you would if you spoke Urdu
Which of course you don’t
I really do not like you
I have scraped better off my shoe.
I nod my head and smile
you think that you have won
You small excrescence filled with bile.
the battle has not yet begun
You think because my skin is brown
you have the right to turn me down.
It is not just it is not true
I am a better man than you
and in a while I’ll prove it too
Then you will grovel on the floor
and why.
because I am the ambassador
You lowborn casteless piece of dirt
then I shall kick you where it hurts.
Jul 2004
ivor or ivor.e hogg
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/diplomacy-2/
