Another Kind of Diversity
A slightly fleshy football thug looks out
At us between a scarf and baseball cap.
As veiled as Muslim women, he’s a lout.
His tit is flabby and he looks like crap.
Between concealing cloth across his face
And shirt tied round the waist of loose-fit jeans
He hopes for kicking other men at base
Of cock, for crushing balls, and splitting spleens
In rival football fans. He wouldn’t stand
For anything as mild as loving wife
And kids. He has a special swollen gland
For hatred of diversity in life.
It’s like he has a hard on made for rape
But otherwise he’s slackly out of shape.