England's High Street

By smokejack

Sun, 26 Jul 2009
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England’s High Streets

Surely it was never meant to be like this
I walk past an alley stinking of piss
I see no art upon the wall
Amongst the standing many fall

Small town England Saturday night
An orgy of drinking, the girls and the fight
In the morning pretend to have no regrets
You can’t be sorry for what you forget

And the cloning shops expensive yet cheap
Everywhere is the same in every single street
It doesn’t matter where you go
The multinationals run the show

The bars are run by men in suits
Serving up lager and the vodka shoots
The drunker you become the wealthier they get
Turn up early on your marks get set

The sirens wail as crowds disperse
Blood and screaming only make it worse
This is a culture that’s cheap and stale
See you in hospital or see you in the jail

Surely it was never meant to be like this
Sunday morning avoiding vomit and piss
As the smoke rises from last night’s war
Is this what we are on earth for?

©SJ2009

Certificate U
Story
Autobiography

Comments

Submitted by Beeme on
I really enjoyed this. You make a lot of good points in the poem, it has a slightly angry tone, which works well. I liked the rhyming scheme,it also adds to the aggressiveness. The last verse was very effective leaving it open with a question, really made me think. Beeme xx

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