Union Jack

[an ironic social commentary]

British propaganda

Union Jacks are all the range!

Leftist London type gander

Pint of Stella as a rebuttal to an accusation of middle class life- call it a soho short change

“I’m a London creative, but not in a cringe way”

“I listen to Berlioz ironically and prefer tapas over small plates”

“I’m doing London but not in a Skepta, Stormzy, Dave type way”

Call me Pete Doherty holed up with a guitar and Milk Models signed girlfriend in my London Camden gaff

So what I don’t live pay check to pay check, I still pay

Sip orange wine I don’t have time for that 

I ❤️ wine sort of riff raff

Cool Britannia, Britannia rules the waves

Nationalist chic in a post-brexit, post-BoJo, post-truth time

Take pictures of the poppies on World War One soldiers graves

The little black boys in trackies are roadmen, it’s not my fault their skin chose a life of crime

That’s Daniel, he likes anime and basketball and has dreams of a midlands uni and a simple IT life

Stiff upper lip, tea on the telly

Class contradictions served cold in the Tesco, don’t forget your club card, deli

Chatter of Brexit regrets, the sun tabloids in full force

And a bulldog smoking non-English cigar tattoo, like irony’s corpse

Flags on the bunting, pint beside the queen’s jubilee plate

What’s London culture if not a performative state?