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

And it’s

because we’re not happy with ourselves

so we try change everyone else

Text © B.S.

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