*please be aware this contains strong language*
God fcuking damn this city
Full of dickhead daydreamers
Taking looking good too seriously
Five minutes behind London
I weep for the capital
And what it must look like
If this is a mirror
Of modern life.
Hipster pastiches energised by
Art, music, coke and dope;
Working jobs that pay peanuts,
Serve coffee, tend tills
Answer angry phones,
In the call-centre centre of England
But none can save for a rainy day
Cus living wage is eroded
By greedy landlords
Letting rooms for a monkey
Or hungry bars
Swallowing whole weekends
Selling the same 'hip' beer
To the same clichés
Everyone chasing a fading rainbow
Or a fresh piece of arse.
Salt and pepper parents
London's career diaspora
Living middle-class dream
In moneyed lifestyle dystopia
Push thousand pound prams
Through the crowds
Tarquin & Matilda
Simply must get to their Oboe
lesson in Hove,
Don’t you know.
In the laines
Teens pout and shout
Like the world is their stage.
Tourists take pictures
Saying ‘Ain’t this Quaint’
But it she don't look so pretty
When ya pockets are light
You're feeling shitty
And your guts are raw.
In Churchill Square
A girl in short skirt
Sings pretty songs I don’t know
Serenading shoppers
Too busy to listen.
I stop to sip a coffee
And try to forget
I’m just another dickhead daydreamer
Thinking of elsewhere
In this God damned city.
This is set in Brighton, on the UK south coast
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