'Billy Bragg meets Eminem on a bad day in the big smoke...'

'Pound for pound, the undisputed middleweight champion of terse verse.'

'The Brother's Grim is not the man you hoped to meet.'

'After a gig at the Poetry Cafe a disgruntled punter wrote to complain about his "poetry with a clenched fist" - there can be no finer recommendation'.

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Ya Get Me?

Slim and slimy,
Grim and grimy,
Not the type who takes too kindly.

I just might be
The man most likely
To knock you on yer arse if you take me lightly.

Why not try me?
Why deny me?
Heaven knows, you might even like me!

Ask politely,
Hold me tightly,
Kiss me, lick me, suck me, bite me.

Fuck me lightly,
Do me rightly,
One, two, three, four, five times nightly.

Shocked you slightly?
Christ almighty!
Why the hell should I come quietly?

Shifty, sheisty,
Fit and feisty,
No more Mr. Nicety-nicety.

I’m the wise guy,
Win the prize-guy,
Stick-at-naughty-but-nice-guy.

I’ve been kissed off,
Truly pissed off
By the lists that I’ve been missed off.

Messed up, mucked up,
Time I bucked up
My ideas this world’s so fucked up.

I’m not playing,
I’m just praying
What I’ve got to say’s worth saying,

So criticise me,
Demonise me,
Just don’t ever patronise me.

I don’t think you’ll ever know,
Or even care much where I go,
Where I’ve come from, where I’ve been,
What I’ve heard or what I’ve seen.

But I won’t let you forget me,
Or pretend you never met me.
I’ll get to you, if you let me,
Just you listen up.
Ya get me?