You wanted war from a hamlet in the next county over.
But when it came to joining you were unable.
Mouthy only when there were no stakes.
You are first and foremost amongst fakes.
Petitioned for expulsion of all those not native.
That was until you realised you’re a foreign creative.
Never heard an opinion swing so quick and severe.
Surprised your head is still attached, dear.
Vacated your home for a whole new den of rich thieves.
Throwing in with them was something of ease.
But you were and continue not to be.
For you are a fraud pretending you’re aristocracy.
What was your name again?
Barry, Brad, Brandon or…
I thought it began with a B.
No, maybe it was Lisa, Laura…
Should’ve started with C.
I remember now, it was Rich, Ralph, Roger…
Oh who really cares.
Simon A Jackson - Writer 