Young girls with fast-food derrieres
with mandatory screaming kids in buggies
their partners smoke weed
and drink the Giro away
so no cash for food or ‘huggies’
Ultimately, as the light of reason
destroys the high and the mirror reflects
squalid demeanour and regret
with no romance of foreign legion
should they wish to forget
there is always enough cash for
coloured ink needled into their skin,
square pegs with round holes to fit in
A mere ripple in the sea of identical individuals
who will strive to be different
and succeed only in being exactly the same
– in all but name
Pierced ears no longer hold the interest
or make a statement so they must
sport a hole in the nose,
the lip, the brow above the eye,
the navel,
the nipple, defile the upper thigh….
And on and on until
they carry more metal
than a coat of mail,
hosting more mutilation
than a priest of Baal
and they blame their partners
and they blame the world
and they blame society
as the insults are hurled
from a four-letter rant to
‘giving them the finger’,
welcome to the show,
I’m Jerry Springer….
In all but name
