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