Fag It Girls

Fag-it Girls



Fag-it girls, pushing their babies

With their bums out and their tits out

Their attitudes out… on display

Furry bomber jackets

With their midriffs showing… in winter.

Fag-it girls saying fuck,

Like it means something,

When really it means nothing at all

Just a space filler

Shouting that they’ve got fuck all to say.

Fag-it girls, pony tails bobbing

High on their heads, tight and severe

Their phallus,

A penis,

Symbol, that they’re rock solid

Fag-it girls

Ignoring the screams

Of their soiled dirty children

In their soiled dirty pushchairs

No dosh for nappies, spent up on smokes.

Fag-it girls with pierced noses.

and un-breakfasted babies

A squashed sausage roll in tiny cold hand

But they put on their make-up to hit the streets

To bob and posture and preen

Fag-it girls with fifty pence meters

And third floor flats at seventeen

With one kid and an early one cooking,

She’s not showing yet

And he’s long gone

Fag-it girls teaching fuck all to their children

Like it means something.







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