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.
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