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All Aboard The Nazi Bus (Empty Words competition)
All I wanted was to get on a fucking bus
But walking to my seat he whispered the word I most hate to hear
'Paki' always rings when it enters my ears
I turn to where it rang the loudest
Say it again
'Fucking Paki'
I see the bell as it tolls
Something stops my hands reaching his throat
It's not my conscience I haven't seen that fucker for a while
He can't let that slide so his pride
follows through and he walks out from behind his shield
Just in time
For a swollen knuckle
To find a solar plexus
Face turning blue
Fish out of water
Bounce and flop
Kick to the head
Someone's laughing
At the little fishy
Bounce and flop
From another kick to the head
But it's not enough
Someone growls like a dog
It's not enough to stem the hate
My left hand smiles as it finds his throat
Little fishy makes all the right noises
Flopping back with an unsteady 'thwack'
When good old righty makes his mark right there on your face
Little fishy should go to school
To learn who made this country 'Great'
To remember when the natives stop being cowered by empty words
Ain't this the way it always was
What happened to your fucking superiority
What happened to your belief that I must be something less
That something less is smearing you into the fucking ground
What colour do you see when my elbow sinks into your eye
Who the fucks the one who's mumbling and pleading
for me to 'please fucking stop' through a mouth full of blood and spit
The hate tattooed on your knuckles hasn't reached me yet
Why won't you fucking speak when I ask you what you said now?
You were so fucking smug at your colour a minute ago
Where's that colour now?
You lost it so easily underneath the filthy fucking blood
Don't worry I won't point out your fucking stupidity
I won't kick a dog when it's down
A little spit will help you clear that up
Here's a gobfull now
I don't have the stamina for cruelty
I can't move my arm anymore anyway so it's time I was on my way
I'll let little fishy flop back to where he's safe
And just to show my disgust I'll walk
Even though I've already paid
But walking to my seat he whispered the word I most hate to hear
'Paki' always rings when it enters my ears
I turn to where it rang the loudest
Say it again
'Fucking Paki'
I see the bell as it tolls
Something stops my hands reaching his throat
It's not my conscience I haven't seen that fucker for a while
He can't let that slide so his pride
follows through and he walks out from behind his shield
Just in time
For a swollen knuckle
To find a solar plexus
Face turning blue
Fish out of water
Bounce and flop
Kick to the head
Someone's laughing
At the little fishy
Bounce and flop
From another kick to the head
But it's not enough
Someone growls like a dog
It's not enough to stem the hate
My left hand smiles as it finds his throat
Little fishy makes all the right noises
Flopping back with an unsteady 'thwack'
When good old righty makes his mark right there on your face
Little fishy should go to school
To learn who made this country 'Great'
To remember when the natives stop being cowered by empty words
Ain't this the way it always was
What happened to your fucking superiority
What happened to your belief that I must be something less
That something less is smearing you into the fucking ground
What colour do you see when my elbow sinks into your eye
Who the fucks the one who's mumbling and pleading
for me to 'please fucking stop' through a mouth full of blood and spit
The hate tattooed on your knuckles hasn't reached me yet
Why won't you fucking speak when I ask you what you said now?
You were so fucking smug at your colour a minute ago
Where's that colour now?
You lost it so easily underneath the filthy fucking blood
Don't worry I won't point out your fucking stupidity
I won't kick a dog when it's down
A little spit will help you clear that up
Here's a gobfull now
I don't have the stamina for cruelty
I can't move my arm anymore anyway so it's time I was on my way
I'll let little fishy flop back to where he's safe
And just to show my disgust I'll walk
Even though I've already paid
Published 31st Dec 2012
| Edited 13th Jan 2014
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Anonymous
- Edited 31st Dec 2012 7:26am
31st Dec 2012 7:25am
There's a reason this won the competiton, it held the kind of anger and frustration we all endure everyday, the shit talkers and the punks disrespecting who we are and where we come from, it's a cruel world, but the pen can be even more so!
A great write, my friend.
A great write, my friend.
31st Dec 2012 9:01am
Thanks man, I was thinking of how my life used to be when I was still in school when I wrote this. I think I need to write more stuff based on what I've actually experienced, the feelings really come through without too much effort.
Anonymous
- Edited 31st Dec 2012 9:15am
31st Dec 2012 9:14am
I've also recently come to that realisation, I used to write some pretty cliche / niche shit when I first started here, I let egos and pretentious lies influence me instead of being honest.. Just straight honesty, man. That's all it takes.
7th Jan 2013 2:34am
What a cool write,
trust me when I say similar words have been thrown at my direction , especially when my family emigrated from Hong Kong to Scotland. Slitty eyes, Chink, all that kinda shit. People fear what they dont understand Dystopian. Fucking loved this poem.
KG
trust me when I say similar words have been thrown at my direction , especially when my family emigrated from Hong Kong to Scotland. Slitty eyes, Chink, all that kinda shit. People fear what they dont understand Dystopian. Fucking loved this poem.
KG
7th Jan 2013 2:46am
It's one of the few things guaranteed to make me lose my cool and do something really stupidno matter how laid back I was feeling.
Anonymous
- Edited 12th Jan 2014 1:50pm
12th Jan 2014 1:47pm
Powerful. I like the correlation between the nazis and modern day discrimination used here. Plus I appreciate a good F-bomb to clear the air, it solves all kinds of wrongs.
Constructive note: "Who's the fucks the one who's mumbling and pleading" - should this read "who the fuck's the one who's mumbling and pleading" - this would make more sense as it's read.
Thank you for the read.
Constructive note: "Who's the fucks the one who's mumbling and pleading" - should this read "who the fuck's the one who's mumbling and pleading" - this would make more sense as it's read.
Thank you for the read.
13th Jan 2014 2:09am
Damn... I'd forgotten about this. There's enough F bombs here to end a war. Thank you for spotting that, I should probably get rid of all the capital letters too.
13th Jan 2014 6:08pm
DystopianMelody, this is a powerful piece of writing... I kind of felt Alexander Delarge was climbing over your shoulder when wrote this piece, trying to get in on the old ultra-violence.
I'm stoked Missy chose to do a reading on your poem, she did it justice.
I'm stoked Missy chose to do a reading on your poem, she did it justice.
14th Jan 2014 2:11am
That's the second time I've had a Kubrick comparison, and there's few things that make me as happy as that. And yes, missy definitely did it justice, I'm glad she chose this one. Thanks for the list adds and the comments mate :)
