I
wipe my arse on the flag
because
it’s just an ocker rag,
a
symbol of arse-licking
and
brown-nosing dictators
and
the colours are wrong,
the
colours of empire and subservience.
I
wipe my arse on the flag
because
it was wrapped around Pauline
and
it’s always over Howard’s shoulder,
because
350 people who drowned trying to get here
were
deemed unworthy of its protection.
I
wipe my arse on the flag
because
it flutters over desert concentration camps
and
prisons full of young black men
and
corporate towers exalting cold hard capital.
I
wipe my arse on the flag
because
I like the feel
of
the union jack in my crack.
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