The Ignorant Ones

The ignorant ones possess the subtlety Of sledgehammers! They've no sense of culture. O they praise their own nation's Queen and flag; Whilst they spit upon unwanted 'foreigners'. They know nothing beyond their petty tribes. They are decidely vile of tongue and Slow of wit. Indeed, they make me feel sick! They can only converse about sex, beer And sport. These philistines seem to thrive, In provincial towns, up and down the land. They massively outnumber us artists And poets. That is why I still dream of Faraway places, where perhaps one can Just be, and express oneself without fear.