Sunday, 10 March 2013

Love of the Common Peepz

It’s dress down Friday at the station, but they don’t need the aggravation,
‘cos when the cops come out to play they look like men @ C&A
lo-fi high rise wi-fi too, Cherry Red caught Sniffin' Glue;
pace the cage in human zoos, listening out for blues and two’s.

a fat man wearing nylon slacks gets cornered by the P.A stack 
as subway dwelling disco bratz bait bouncers waving rounders bats;
D.I.S.C.O damaged firewall kid pulls ghetto princess off the skidz, 
(whilst rural punk plays Mercian funk that gloryfies his lifestyle junk).

- meanwhile on the other side of a town, designed by planners with no manners whilst getting hammered...

bingo wings at Burger King eat cheesy chips and onion rings; 
whilst Osbourne’s stately mandarins find horse meat in banana skins; 
Ukip safe trip, Premier in, Travelodge for Polish skinz; 
where Asian Babes sell webcam porn, U.S.B ports in every storm; 
handcuffed to a divan bedhead, bloodied duvet muddied bedspread;
flattery then battery, they drowned her in the ladies lavatory; 
blubbery and rubbery, schoolboys wank into the shrubbery, 
imagine her in reader's wives, 
with plastics, carrotts, cukes and vibes, 
it transformed their X-box lives - they only show you tits on SKY!
…….no safe word was whispered here, so they turned off her laughing gear.

Shall I go on?  

Nike, Bodem, Broadband modem, you're no one 'til you've been on Wogan, gotta problem? – adopt a slogan!

Relax…just do it, when you want to go through it

behind every door in every town, some weird kind of shit is about to go down. But Friday night is five* more sleeps, livin’ in the love of the common peepz.  

1 comment:

  1. I don't know why textis so dark - rummaged around and pressed buttons but it doesn't appear to want to work...