28 August 2012
Living lively in the gutter
Track suits, placcy bags,
Lives full of clutter,
Of daytime TV,
Fake-gold jewellery,
Teenage Mothers,
Cig in one hand,
Baby in the other,
Of drinking, drinking, drinking;
What else is there to do?
Except fucking in the toilets,
Of your local,
Dirty glasses, sticky floor,
Same name above the door
Since you were little,
Better drink some more,
It'll numb the nothingness
Of your existence,
It doesn't feel meaningless
It's all you know,
Made a career of
Being on the dole,
Not a home so much
As a hole,
No future except
The next benefits check,
No hopes and dreams,
Each generation falling apart
At the seams,
Scratching out an existence in
The toxic city wasteland
As it eats them away,
Urbanite cancer,
No cure, no answer,
No escape:
Warrington.
Warrington • Opuss № I