Rub a dub dub

chewed our faces 
Bent our backs 
Lost our races 
Stretched n racked 

Skewed our status
Lied like an actor 
You’d betray us 
To get on X factor 

O the heaps of 
Living ridicule 
Fukn creeps all
Ream my soul 

Rub a dub dub 
Blue as butter 
In a night club 
Lino scrubber 

Hit us up 
Clawk our breasts
Hike a leave at
Your behest 

We are creatures 
siren bait 
Will do anything 
Love or hate 

Give us dignity 
Ha ha clunk 
Without masters
We’ll get drunk 

Myth of nature 
Backs to the tank 
Bingo babies 
Arthur Rank 

Finish the Sentience 
With a whimper 
Of malevolent 
Fraught contusion
All obscene 
There's the illusion 
End of dream
Hint of gossamer

Where's the fantasy 
For X actors
Woo hoo miraculy 
Essex tractors!

There's the miracle 
In the fact
Nice and fancy
Caught in the act.

2019