DC in Ten

Here it descends upon weary land
The beast of burden Tennent’s Super in hand
The strains of GaGa beating from Soho bars
The smell of chip fat and sick swoons into the air
Tinny music plays loudly and words I don’t understand bristle coldly
Against my shoulder, against my world
In this 21st century Britain
This post-apocalyptic nightmare with grey skies and drug addiction
With no jobs, only pints, to while away the hours
No need to worry though, we might all yet be saved
A sunny afternoon where people are not disenchanted and poverty mislaid
There was that final hope in such a misbegotten hour
But what’s this? Fear not, the Tories are back in power!
I embark on that eternal red bus one last time
Remember fondly the joy of the last train on the Piccadilly line
The stench was overwhelming
My identity a threat to all, but we already heard the call from all three
About how much you loathe me and my fellow immigrants
We suck that NHS dry, for nothing they say, for nothing in return
How much fun do they think it is to live in this hell and burn, burn, burn
The embers of a dead empire like a campfire that’s nearly out
Rusted lager cans tossed in for good measure
Bits and scraps of burnt food for the rats
Just fuck every attempted useful endeavor
That was ever tried on this little island
That forever believes the lie
That anyone gives a damn

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