Join the National Front and fight for the white man.
Join the National Front and become one of the elite:
Sell Bulldog at school,
Go on wogs out marches –
Zeig heil! Zeig heil!
Be a rebel, not a radical Tory,
A Strasserite, not a fatcat, tinpot, petty capitalist.
Join the National Front and support the New Order.
Join the National Front and support West Ham.
Join the National Front and meet Martin Webster:
Kissy kissy – prospective catamites always welcome.
Join the National Front and support law and order.
Join the National Front and go Paki bashing.
Join the National Front and hand the Westminster traitors.
Or is it the Whitehall traitors?
Hang all traitors!
Join the National Front and fight the world Zionist conspiracy,
Join the National Front and eat South African peaches.
Join the National Front and wear a White Power t-shirt.
Join the National Front and ban abortion.
Join the National Front and be a real man.
Join the National Front?
You cunt!
[The above was first published in the 1987 anthology We’re Coming For Your Telecom Shares.]
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