Town bus station
A teenage
Brain combobulation
It’s 12:15
There’s too much noise
It’s Toys ‘R’ Us
Without the toys
It’s BoyzIIMen
CD cellophane
It’s 12:15
Have a lie-in again
And your eyelids
Are darts
From JJB Sports
Your engine’s
Stolen from Ivor
You saw a dream
In a magazine
And it only cost a fiver
The ever rain
Plays havoc on your trainers
The market smells of bacon
Hair’s a disgrace
But grows a shaver setting
By the time
That you awaken
Kicking burgers
Round the cold town centre
When the
Smell of lurkers
Entertainment that’s
A bus day tripper
Where’s the punks
Outside Boots
You saw as a nipper?
You wonder what
The time is for
And why the scallies spit
Staring at the football tops
Wishing you w’ good at it
You know the names of skateboard tricks
But no clue how try them
You know the names of girls at school
Fuck-all about them either
Taste in music awful
Sense of direction shit
A Saturday lone ranger
The poll tax what is it?
With a sports bag full of questions
A pocket devoid of answers
When pubs were as much use
As libraries
Before you learnt to dance
Son
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