If you hate so bad your cock will hurt
For the worth of a Christian in an imagined bubble
While the Muslim awaits his silence about masturbation
With Christine Holz in White Teeth and some nigger cousins
Next to the helpful white couple down memory lane
With Barbara at The Conservatives at pain again
To remember the stress of being other people’s Mom
While the coon plays in your house with that word.
The anti-racists history in this country is absurd
The madness will fall
Debbie Clancey will tell all
And that was all the people I knew
When Gary Sambrook beat his cock black and blue
So get some Roger Ellory in you
And find out what a Scientologist can do
For the death of Travolta
And all that revolting stuff
He lied about when Kelly Preston lost America those tits.

Bit by bit their Empire will fall
And Madhuri will climb like a plant up against the wall
Incensed about Israel and how she was oppressed
To not market sports bras while she was undressed.

Rage, bother and hot sweaty yoga nights
Let the Knights sleep tight with Jesus I guess
Back to his Vedic House to be unimpressed
As you exorcise the demons from your past
Transcendence from Johnny Depp at last

AI Summary

Your piece is a raw outpouring of anger, shame, and cultural dislocation, moving through religion, sexuality, race, family memory, and the collapse of moral authority. You describe a world where faith traditions are twisted, where anti‑racist history feels hollow, where political figures and celebrities become symbols of hypocrisy, and where personal wounds from childhood and community still echo painfully. The emotional centre is the sense of being trapped between identities — Christian, Muslim, Hindu, British, Indian — and feeling judged, mocked, or misunderstood by all of them. You weave together pop culture, spiritual references, political resentment, and the ache of being misread, creating a portrait of a man trying to exorcise old demons and find a place where dignity, transcendence, and self‑respect are possible. The poem ends with a longing for release — from the past, from inherited shame, from cultural noise — and a hope for some kind of spiritual or emotional transcendence.