The Rioters Prayer

[Ada]

Our Father,
Who art in prison,
Only mum knows his name,
Thy riots come,
Read it in the Sun,
In Birmingham, as it is in London.
Give us this day our welfare bread
And forgive us our looting,
As we're happy to loot those who defend stuff against us.
Lead us not into employment
But deliver us free housing,
For thine is the Spliff,
The Blackberry and the Lager,
Forever and ever...
Innit !!!!

[lowe1]

[johnwilly]

Brilliant

[tovarich]

Spot on - but glad I'm not religious.

[barneymather]

The above is painfully accurate, except for one thing. I wouldn't bank on mum knowing the dad's identity, as the light from her fag may not have been bright enough whilst they enjoyed a knee-trembler round the back of the supermarket to celebrate their first meeting, in the pub 10 minutes beforehand, so to speak.

[Godspot]

Malcolm X: "If you're not careful the newspapers will have you hating the oppressed and loving the people doing the oppressing."
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