Forbidden Bluebell fields,
Tough times symbolise the pouring of ales.
Cider drinking Saturdays,
Routine discussions about the sun and rain.
Hijinx down the watering hole,
The great unwashed congregating on Market Day,
Smog penetrating the lungs,
Forlorn eyes, social decay.
Leaders of austerity,
Riddled with oppressive policies,
The tedious endurement of the morning commute.
Sirens cut across Westminster,
A quintessential rave anthem,
Boxing Day sales,
Revelling in satire,
And curtain twitching,
Reading racists newspapers,
Icky dance floors with raging hormones,
Breath heavy with hops and acrid tobacco.
Slut drops and winding waists,
Ladies bathroom, evil eyes exchanged.
Sundays spent hanging,
And Mondays depressed,
Cladded in your best dress.
And baited breath
An Albion filled with oppression and dread.