the all day
every day
unemployable
cafe hangers
( that i try to not judge )
are
potato shapes
hung
on
apron strings
( i judged you )
and
it
looks
to
me
like
you think youre council ronin
some kind of social housing samurai
with
those
dragons shimmering
on
your
polyester shirt
pulled in
too tight
by a
too high
bumbag
overstuffed with whatever weird comfort
you
need
( your ranks are only a gene away )
and you wield a multi remote
like its excalibur
pulled from stone
enough buttons on it for a starship bridge
( i know its from argos
comes with offbrand AAAs )
and its still in its packaging
cos you not got the ahead yet
this far
from home
so you protect it
and you prize it
like its a boss level diamond amulet
from
a
bedroom pc
tomb
raid
and your lips are like sausage
and your hair is in four styles
and you remind me of formica
and when your tongue comes out
its too big
like a cows
and
it knows too much
about wwf
and
F series jet planes
oh reject army
youre just a gene away
and
i wonder of the heights
you could fall from
in
a
different
and
inclusive
world
from currys.co.uk
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