I’M A HUMAN, GET ME
OUT OF HERE
Aka GIVE IT TIME
A quick trip to Ashford
Pick up some books
Get out again
Simple
That is, until the bus doesn’t turn up
And I’m confronted
By a smorgasbord of dreck
Flotsam and jetsam on all fours
Miscellaneous mutants meander malignantly;
The High Street is an endless parade of bad haircuts;
A busker commits murder in broad daylight;
Bored teenagers on half term
Break a branch from a tree
And proceed to beat up a bus shelter
Even this attempt is half-arsed;
The fruitcakes loiter outside of shell-shocked shopfronts
Shouting at anything, nothing
This whole place is grasping at straws
So if you’ve lost faith in miracles
You should come here
And marvel
That someone hasn’t burnt the shit down
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