Highstreet Whiplash

Anglo-centric crackhead
tales of travel lodge distress
feels the high street whiplash
stain his Sunday best
a chemical fag end
flowers by the ashtray
a chemical car crash
of the flash bulb slave

Paracetamol addict
has overdose in mind
feels the high street whiplash
run down her spine
a chemical roulette
she's spinning the wheel
a chemical daydream
that seems so real

PVA plastic bag
was the only friend she had
has the high street whiplash
glued to her back
a chemical saving
or a matter of taste
a chemical headache
of solvents and grace

Claustrophobic pill face
took me to bed
put my mouth on the kerb
and her foot through my head
a chemical tribute
to her history ex
a chemical nose dive
into kinky sex

Raise you glasses to a long dead romance
to the pointless beating of my worthless heart
to the endless debt of your spiteful adulation
to the rapturous applause of switched off television
we want your attention
we want your obsession

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