It almost never happens, but a poem, of sorts, just arrived fully formed in my head.
It’s a true story. It happened in a bar in Prague almost thirty years ago.
Here it is:
A skinhead with a swastika tattoo
Apologized for his rude hippy friend
Complaining about foreigners coming
Into his country and taking the jobs
That nobody else wants to do – boo hoo!
Fergus Anthony 