I want to write about England like Ginsberg writes about America

Cornwall: the manky toe England hopes will fall off if she ignores it long enough

Wraps a rubber band around the Tamar, cutting off the blood supply until it falls away into the sea,

And yet,

Holding on like a vicious mother she keeps her claws in.

Trapped under Westminster's pie filthy thumb

Ancient earth nothing but dirt under fingernails from clawing, crawling, crawling our way up but ever trodden down

The Sowsnek boot breaks our backs and as we scream ancient curses she laughs and thinks us inbred fisherchild inferiors.

London sucks our lifeblood to fuel its bustling cocaine veins

We can only hope the taste of our poverty will displease him

Schrodinger's country

We only exist when they are lacking culture

Otherwise invisible small print

An asterisk on South West England

How nice it must be to grow up surrounded by sea

sand

second homes

Seeking my second-rate education in the Big City...

Truro

Visit Cornwall!

Consume your fill of Rick Stein's wet dream Summerland

Oh look how the council estates add character to the landscape

Look how the souvenir landmarks you came for

have been shattered, by the sea

You came for

Look how Cameron cares for the place you came for

The people

You came to feed on.

How funny the locals are!

Thinking they have a language

Thinking they have a voice!

What funny little traditions

Pasties and cream

All arbitrary of course I mean

We're all English here.