jeer and loathing in london

jeer and loathing in London

london

makes me want to drink

to fill my body

my mind

with drugs

become as vapid

and as numb

as the hipsters

the moneyed

and the fashionistas

to crawl inside

my own bowels

as they’d be cleaner

and less self-centered than you all

the braying exaggerators

those bent double with need

snorting up line after line

of validation

trough guzzling from screens

emptying yourselves

into each other’s lives

rotten

hollowed and vile

give me back

the peace of northern soil