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Foreign Nationals

Foreign nationals arrive like swarms of sickly spores.
You see them working blithely, both in- and out-of-doors.
They fill the place with faces. They could be drunk or sober.
I couldn't give a monkeys that it's been a strange October.

Don't tell me that the grass is greener on the other side.
Don't tell me global warming means we'll be emulsified.
Don't bring me all these eco-fads. You're all a bunch of mystics.
But count the foreign nationals, and give me their statistics.

Glaciers unfreezing. So? Just hurry to the airport,
And get the foreign nationals. I cannot rest till they're caught:
Al Gore can win the lottery, Al Gore can win the Nobel,
I'll show you foreign nationals. That's what I mean by global.

Dusk is dawn and dawn is dusk and motorways are clogged,
But I won't sleep till foreign-bloody-nationals are logged.
Armageddon threatens? They should ban this kind of blether.
No foreign nationals can talk about the English weather.

click here for article in The Guardian

Foreign Nationals
There was a persistent fuss about how many 'foreign nationals' there were in the country. A poll also showed that 'eco-fatigue' had set in, and that voters were getting bored with environmental issues.
31 October 2007

POETRY KIT WEBRING

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