My friend just asked for poetry
I suppose he's just trying to distract me
But I owe him one
So I'll write it anyways.

My friend
He made a strange request
He wants me to write
About his Britishness
Nothing about Britain, or the UK,
Just about him, more focused
Or so he says

I could talk about his accent
That flowing way he talks
Makes me feel stupid
(American accents suck.)

Or I could talk about the fact
Jokingly of course
That his country oppressed mine
Right before it's birth

I can pretend to hate him
Sling shit back and forth
But to do so would be a waste
Because he told me of the truth...
He's Welsh

One prejudice replaces another
I get more jokes to throw around
The ones where only he is to blame
For those fucking long-ass town names