When the lights go out, <br />They grab their knives, <br />They sneak about, <br />And snuff out lives. <br /> <br />They ride on bikes, <br />And light their smokes, <br />They all wear Nikes, <br />They scare old folks. <br /> <br />They hang round parks, <br />And Vodka they swig, <br />And circle like sharks, <br />At a passing pig. <br /> <br />What a mess we’re in, <br />The empire long crumbled, <br />The country a shambles, <br />So many problems. <br /> <br />Good old England? <br /> <br />© Michael Moorcroft October 16th 2009<br /><br />Michael Moorcroft<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/good-old-england/
