I really did meet them...
On the point.
we-thems....
But 'twas her....
Her stare behind her painted on perfect juicy chic
Not. And tatty boots. Check."agent said that twenty six and down, ehh theyre sick of your
word policin' and utter glycerine fragility
shatterin' every sentence into
doing nothing but fight even me on your tragedy
when we've both agreed
Surfers against sewereage ...
may as well be pissin teflon crap into each and every hedge...
at 10 parts per billion a fatal dose..
theres no hope til, you... too
shit pipe down and self administer a cooling fire hose.
(making sure youve cleaned up the rivers of flouyropolymers,
before you move on to there's no his, hers
just ours...
and that beach there's the most symbolic
polluted swamp signifyin' til you change, its forever's
testimony.
And there is NO hope until:
" look its been THE most magnificent dry six weeks, about ever
yet up here so many we see displaying their new sexy Hunter wellies
when its twenty three
degrees and overly parched
Every single usage leaves a film of rubber on harder ground
never mind wellies wear out so fast these days and
cant be recycled, fixed, and cost many a pound.
Don't you get it, each and every step, it's
a cost to your kids your too scaredy cat to even ponder
but stop blaming others' us first before makin' it all about who's yonder."
