Poetry

Wasted

Ragged and ruffled, this town

stinks so desperate.  Historical

wealth overgrown with high-rises.

China so delicate, forgotten

by gamblers.  Welfare town now.

No need for our moniker unless

reference to high times.

.

Promotes Modern England, demonstrates

to the world.  Oh!  How we live

in the Past, blind to the Now,

too stoned to move forward,

too lazy for logic.

.

So!  Wallow about, eyes on cracked 

concrete, ignore out canal of grime

as it snakes and slithers through town;

leaves insects to infest our overgrown

lawns.  We mow over weeds,

pretend it’s a fix.

Half-a-job town in a half-a-job country.

Copyright © 2016 Hannah Edge. All rights reserved.

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