Bloody Fucking Hell

You don’t want the homeless to starve
Do you?
You don’t want the homeless to die
Do you?
How about eat out of dustbins
Or something thrown down in the street?
Do you?
Go round the backs of shops and takeaways
Looking for leftovers
Do you?
How about climbing in Tesco’s bins?
Looking in street waste bins?
Do You?
Well the bloody stupid thick
Uncaring bastards
At Hull City Council
Do
Don’t they?
Cos they have banned
A charity
From giving out home cooked food
Told them they can give out tea and coffee
So filling
Aren’t they?
Oh and canned soup
Not a meal
To fill
And stop
Them eating anything they can find
This is fucking political correctness
And fucking Health and Safety
Gone fucking mad
And fucking evil
So bad
And fuck them
I hope one day these bastards starve
And get a fucking cup of tea
They fucking deserve it

 

Richard Harries is a performance poet who had poetry come accidentally into his life seven years ago, has a ball and loads of fun performing all over, Tries to motivate, inspire and help those setting out on this fun path. He writes about life and reality, fantasy, tragedy and fun

 

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