Going into town

"Hello Mrs Brown

I'm going into town

what for?

don't know

kill some time

mooch around

shops

cinema

library

museum

art gallery

coffee shop

bookshop

no reason

spend the money

should be earning really

but you know how it is!

How is the head?

full of dread 

If I think about it long enough

I could talk myself out of

going into town

I usually just look down

don't like to stare

to see their soul bare

they're not aware 

that I can see them.

no connection

we all eat and shit and shop the same way

but our ages give it away

the young fear the old unless its Grandma

text talking the old dear out of her fear

of going out at night.

Loners & Stoners

on public computers

have lost all idea about making money

life is grubby but sunny

when you shed responsibility

got to do my duty

of looking for shitty work

to get my £72.00 from 

the Queen & the Country

who couldn't care less if I died.

One less benefit scrounger for

the public purse to look after

Mrs Brown do not frown

You voted in your full blown Brexit gown."