There’s a paediatrician in the corner

Staring over at me

There are Islams in the bushes

Planting bombs with the hedges

There are asbos in my loft

Raving on the rafters

There are single mums in the kitchen

Moving up the council house waiting list

There are immigrants in my front room

Taking all my jobs

There’s no climate change on my roof

We threw the scientists off

There are gays dancing on the landing

Believing their happy ever after myth

There’s a pile of DAILY MAILS

On my doorstep

And i can’t get out the door