Stanislav, a young emigre poet said...(on Nappy Gordon)

Stanislav, a young emigre poet said...

An infamous Scottish cocksucker
Ate snot with his NewLabour muckers
They all do it in Fife
And he was teaching the wife,
Couldn't quite bring himself just to fuck her.

But dear, it's a strange
aberration,
You know we're the talk of the nation
It would make all the difference, to give up your insistence,
On snot-eating and masturbation.

How he loved to be dressed in a nappy,
It's harmless, she thought, keeps him happy
And while I'm watching Delia,
He's at his copraphilia,
Doing something he learned from his Pappy.

She was less of a wife, more a sister
And in truth that's the way that he kissed her
For their love was a sham
He said I am what I am
And I'd rather be kissing a mister.

The gay bars of New England entranced him
And the muscular sailors romanced him
He'd spend all his vacations
In gay masturbations
While the British taxpayer financed him.

Stanislav end now. Hope has done enough to satisfy regular Guido reader, cunt and Uncle Tom, Trevor Phillips. Immigrants, says white anglo-saxon protestant cunt Phillips; immigrants, says fawning fucking hypocrite pussyboy Phillips; immigrants, says, Phillips, from mouth filled with rancid Brown semen and rectum flambee from rogering by entire racist establishment; immigrants says Phillips, should work harder than decent white supremacist brits like him. Silly fucking cunt.

In my country people like Phillips disappear. Cunt.

Stanislav must tell. Gordon have vision from dead father up in Heaven. Gordon, me girl, says Da, ye were always the apple o' me eye but mebbe yer mother and me wis wrang tae put ye in dresses; mebbe we wis wrang tae tel ye that handkerchiefs wis the work o' the Divil and ye should eat up yer bogeys like a guid wee girl; mebbe, since ye cannae seem to stop it, I wis wrang tae teach ye that wee secret thing that ye were never tae tell anyone aboot; mebbe yer mother and me wis wrang aboot manys a thing the noo that we telt ye, but we wis only stone mad, fucked-up, morbid, eejit Presbyterians doing us best. We think, the noo, that mebbe ye should awa and do some missionary work in Africa, before you completely and utterly destroy the nation. Ye Fuckin Mad Fuckin Bastard. Amen. The Mass is Over. Fuck Off Ye Fuckin' Deranged Fuckin' Lunatic. Fuck Off Tae Africa. They Worship Fuckin Lunatics In Africa, Ye Mad Cunt.

Gordon wake in sweat and panic. What to do? This terrible. Maybe just go and have little wank or two until mad feelings is go away and back to normal Gordon the Great. Of Britain. Is at least half hour since last make wank, so ok for do more. Feel better after wank or two.Then put on armoured war nappy and go fight Tories. Never really like Father anyway. Always prefer Mother. Need wank badly now; Sarah, is Michael White around ?

2:14 AM, September 26, 2007