Written by B.S.
All cities lost their charm
from the coffee fuelled taxpayer cabinet yellow lunches
plates of porkies and flaky promises of wet pastry
secret hand club sandwiches and sugar free tarts
watered down paid press juice and tortured chicken hearts
we lost our humility
our sense of community
robbed by a infatuation with a virtual authority
An authority which relinquished responsibility
and rewards mediocrity
They framed housing humans as a science
lifestyles and homes as a binary reliance
it all came down to bodies in rooms
in boxes squared over boxes squared
of squashed compartments with single beds
layered a top with sad, crying heads
All doors and windows given eyes and ears
to study all life analysable
the family dynamic no longer recognisable
gone nuclear in the sheets
from the death of God, limitless bukkakes and an
endless piss stream of weak TV
Where has the mind gone in these rooms?
It was last to escape before they sealed our tombs
Now left to rot
despair and addiction
confusion pointless friction
real eyes we’re in
a marching order
to a place we don’t want to be in
because we’re not happy with ourselves
so we try change everyone else
Text © B.S.
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