CARDBOARD DREAMING
those
poor
carbon
stacks
delegated
an
unbelievable
unrelatable
shitarse
nothing
trapped
by
economics
in
the
sad
bad acres
of
landfill ghetto
on
this
planet
of slums
well they dream of having dreams
under
polythene and pollution
on
biodegradable cardboard sheets
OLYMPIC
BULLDOZER
remember when
the
bulldozers came ?
and flattened
our
awful shacks ?
remember when
the
olympics came ?
and they built that wall
to
hide us from the road ?
no ?
too
busy trying
to
fuel
basic
metabolism functions ?
me too me too
tho
i always wondered
if
those bulldozers
they
got souls ?
and i feel for them
i mean made for building
werent
they ?
and
look
what
they
had
to
do
whats that ?
the
drivers you say ?
fuck em
theyre
where
civil
disobedience
should
start
PASS THE BRANDY
theres a purity in being poor
dont
you think ?
the simple life
of
a frugal man
its got a ring to it
dont
you think ?
imagine owning like two things ?
that must be liberating
dont
you think ?
like being a monk i imagine
i mean if they
really
wanted out
well
theyd do something
about
it wouldnt they ?
they must LIKE it there
dont
you think ?
i can empathise in a way
i
mean the waiting list
for
bentleys these days
i blame the russians
dont
you ?
well
come on
pass
the brandy
tarquin
old chap
i
cant face
the
stables and mother sober
ARISTOCUNTS
and we cherish them
dont
we ?
its our culture
isnt
it ?
the races
afternoon
tea
ski
chalets
the
boys club
daddys
off-shore
the
estate
the
penthouse
butlers
maids
stable
boys
an
ancient groundskeeper
pheasants
foxes
stiff
upper lips
backbone
harmless isnt it ?
like
a
costume
drama
like when we had india
MIDDLE
and the
royal-crazy
mentalists
on
the
low
rungs
and the
professional
clusterfuck
in
the
madness
middle
they
defend
the
world
above
them
preserve
it
its their dream
all
sure
they
got some
blue
blood somewhere
and
they
all
want
pity
for
being left out
a guiltless way in
and never having
to
look down
again
at those
trapped
down
there
by
economics
on our
planet
of slums
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