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Showing posts with label kent. Show all posts
Showing posts with label kent. Show all posts

Tuesday, 5 July 2016

Kentish folk

They're dull'n
unassuming looking
Product'v a real-good fuckin
Never beaten, for a moment,
But never really tried.

Skilled in something,
Nothing else, though,
Looking out, just,
For your health, yeah?
Ignorance, is fucking wealth, yeah?
Because I live in Kent.

Cannot interact, or nothing,
Product'v my decent schooling,
Spent my life just sitting, drooling...
I never had a thought.
My place, is nearly bought.

Empathy, sympathy,
How can these locals
Live like this?
What do they talk about?

The way I learned it
Is different from the way I think
they learned it.

They seem to get most'v the content of their speech from, where exactly? Sky sports? Each other?

That's before, we start to talk about, their readiness to jump to pick a fight somehow, but never really have one. Just keep staring at em. Think of them as frightened, mad creatures with no socialisation. Untested foes, generations of barely-unrelated chromosomal interrelations all living next to each other & marrying each other's children, and paying rent, or mortgages.

Then I think: "you're just, like me,
Trying hard, to get debt-free,
Trying hard, to watch TV,
A rednecked, shit-kicking, cunt like ME!"