Still No Apology

(R.I.P. UKA, ukauthors, a once-great writing website killed by cretinous arseholes.)


We don’t have to apologise  
or admit being wrong  
because we are never wrong,  
even when we are,  
even when our wrongness  
is fluttering from the church roof,  
is blaring from loudspeakers on the high street,  
is wafting out of every sewer,  
we are still not wrong.  

Even when we have no arguments  
except abuse  
and finger-pointing  
and defamation  
and abuse,  
we are still right  
and you are wrong,  
 
you are the problem,  
not us,  
 
because our beards are greyer than yours,  
our bellies and bank accounts fatter,  
our farts the aroma of jasmine,  
our piss the taste of Dom Perignon.  
 
This village is ours,  
not yours.  
 
You don’t belong here,  
on our golden one-horsed hill-descending bandwagon,  
so clear off!  
 
You are the one who should apologise,  
for existing.