"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."
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