There's gonna be a war...
Between the easy sleepers
and the insomniacs..

Easy sleepers..
Falling asleep in their Snoodies and such..
While the insomniacs create great machines all night
then come home to their alkaline children
with the smell of heavy solder
saturated in their hair and skin..

Chilled liquid mercury
over a couple of
eighteen month old matured batteries..
The breakfast of the future..
The breakfast of champions..

The easy sleepers
quietly give in to their fate..
They are fireflies in the dawn

Then...With the yawn of the hippos breath
and the smash of the apes bone hammer...
In a flash... they are gone!

Sunblest Aldi bread
Defrosted from the freezer
An open sea coal fire
With a Northen Echo bleaser

Through the tinfoil tops of milk
Spuggys pecked their feral beaks
The wild cold wind gnawed
At our frozen beetroot cheeks

Wood chip then dado rails
Adorned our thin walls
Breathing second hand smoke
Brought hardly any side effects at all

Sticky summers, hayfever
Long grass and pollen
Childhoods are long gone....
But still not forgotten

How subtle things have changed
Recession, strikes, austerity
We can almost afford council houses
That fit around our TV's

Proud to have memories
And proud of our people's sovereignty
Proud of our upbringing
Proud of our poverty!

~
We don't need
Other worlds
We need mirrors

We need thin waists
And a hysteresis curve
To the hips

Let us drink in the sea
And laugh as our number
Comes up

Let us commit
To be noncommittal
And talk nary a word

On age and death
Over afternoon tea
In the bright withered garden

Where the goodness of man
Longed to be more
Than its darkling reflection
~