NF Poetry

We are so p****ed off about the state of our country, that we have resorted to writing poetry.

Poem on Asylum seekers.

I come for visit, get treated regal,
So I stay, who care I illegal?
I cross border poor and broke,
Take bus, see employment folk,
Nice lady treat me good in there,
Say I need to see welfare.

Welfare say, 'You come no more,
We send plenty cash right to your door.'
Welfare cheques, they make you wealthy,
NHS, it keeps you healthy!
By and by, l got plenty money,
Thanks to you, British dummy.

Write to friends in motherland,
Tell them come as fast as you can.
They come in rags on the back of trucks,
I buy big house with welfare bucks.
They come here, we live together,
More welfare cheques, it gets better!

Fourteen families they moving in,
But neighbour's patience wearing thin.
Finally, British guy moves away,
Now I buy his house, and then I say,
'Find more aliens for house to rent.'
And in the yard I put a tent.

Send for family (they just trash)
But they, too, draw the welfare cash!
Everything is mucho good,
And soon we own the neighbourhood.
We have a hobby - it's called breeding,
Welfare pay for baby feeding.

Kids need dentist? Wife need pills?
We get free! We got no bills!
British man crazy! He pay all year,
To keep us illegals in comfort here.
We think UK is very good place!
Much too good for British race.

If they no like us, they can go,
There's lots of room elsewhere you know...