Tracksuits and Nike
a pub filled with the lost
**** wet skies
and punctual misery
fill every seat
of the bus that was late.
Cigarette butts
and blood stains
line the outskirts
of every sordid town
hidden in plain sight
of feigned ignorance.
The old are begotten
with fears of their death
and how they took part
in preserving a culture
of barbaric vices and pleasures.
Ambition shot down
and petty dreams
spat on
by Oxford and Cambridge
who wallow in their pride
of a reputation held
in the 1800's
and duly lost
in the face of the East.
Jan 23, 2010
Jan 23, 2010 at 2:24 AM UTC
Tracksuits and Nike
a pub filled with the lost
**** wet skies
and punctual misery
fill every seat
of the bus that was late.
Cigarette butts
and blood stains
line the outskirts
of every sordid town
hidden in plain sight
of feigned ignorance.
The old are begotten
with fears of their death
and how they took part
in preserving a culture
of barbaric vices and pleasures.
Ambition shot down
and petty dreams
spat on
by Oxford and Cambridge
who wallow in their pride
of a reputation held
in the 1800's
and duly lost
in the face of the East.
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