VR (17th September 1990 / )

Chav's Galore

They walk around, with their arses showing,
Their population, unfortunately growing,
With beat boxes heard, about in the street,
Looking all hard, unfriendly to greet,
Tracksuits dragging, on the floor,
Its no longer paradise, its chav's galore.

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I sympathise in a BIG way with the sentimnent of this piece... Jx.