My Neighbour Graham. Poem by Aidan Cost

I have a neighbour called Graham,
and I'll try my best to portray him,
First words, "I just think we should look after our own",
As I put on my high vis,
"Don't tell me how to raise my kids"
ignorant mindset and a heart of hatred and stone.
"I'm a self-made bloke, blue collar, "
Graham still lives in squalor,
while nearly breaking his back to grovel at the throne.
Jumping through hoops, he's gymnastic,
"I support the troops" bombastic!
If he continues down this path, he'll die alone.

Second phase, catch phrase:
Tell me if I'm wrong (you're wrong)
Tell me if I'm wrong (you're wrong)

Graham's a real hard bastard
and every excuse he's mastered
"Our Nige isn't racist, he's just telling the truth"
It's all about defending women,
unless it's from his favourite politician,
because "if it ever really happened, then where is the proof? "
"They'll come and take our jobs"
He scoffs with bleeding gob,
Can't get an appointment with a dentist to pull his tooth,
yelling at hotels, tough bloke,
jokes about shooting boats,
But loses his mind when his favourite heroes aren't bulletproof.

Tell me if I'm wrong (you're wrong)
Tell me if I'm wrong (you're wrong)

Breaking news, seething, gritting his teeth,
Lying, deceiving, it beggars belief,
Grahams a wrong ‘un of many in this broken nation
A red-faced casualty in a war of misinformation.