Foreign object
No more foreign surgeons
Opening up our skin
Wise but foreign virgins
Don’t apply within
No more foreign students
No more foreign nurses
Foreign means imprudence
No more foreign verses
Those with the temerity
To be born abroad
We curse your insincerity
We hate your foreign fraud
Recall when seeing quacks meant
A British how’d-you-do?
We do not like your accent
We are not fond of you
Inside our iron mitten
There lurks our iron thumb –
Why not born in Britain?
Honestly, how come?
No more foreign money
No more foreign meals
On your vélo, sonny
With your foreign spiels
Not human? Not mammalian?
We are a parasite?
Of course. We are all alien:
We’re on the Tory right
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