The dawn never breaks, the sun never sets.
Dirty grey brown sky is as good as it gets.
Malevolent and brooding it hangs like a veil.
Twenty-three feet above the Arndale.
Where uncouth youth roam in packs.
Their flint like scowls as keen as tacks.
Malice and boredom forged the frowns.
On the not so bright future of Mediocre Town.
But don’t be fooled, these kids are schooled.
The Uni of Life has them prepped and tooled.
They’re by-products of iniquities den.
They’ve grown men’s heads by the age of ten.
The laws of the streets and the school playgrounds.
May the most vicious win, no rules, no rounds
The loser is downed, the cock wears the crown,
The pecking order restored in Mediocre town.
Eight fifteen AM and the shaken have stirred.
Eyes blurred, tongues furred, words slurred.
They shuffle up Long Street like zombified goons.
To form a shambling queue outside Wetherspoons.
The first drinks of the day are pulled then sculled.
Memories culled, senses dulled, tremors lulled.
Watery eyes, cry the tears of clowns.
As sorrows are murdered in Mediocre town.
A pregnant teen in her school dress
Folks say the father is anyone’s guess
She Idles by the pound shop pulling on a fag
Cheeks hollowed out with every drag
The baby in her belly forgotten, forlorn
Brutalised in the womb before it was born
Her mouth hangs open as the rain falls down
If she looks up she’ll drown in Mediocre Town
Plain Jane and Average Joe
Drink below par coffee in café so-so
Indifferent consumers make routine stops
Buying second class goods from second rate shops
Every day is ordinary, typical or everyday
For the prosaic populace living here, that’s Okay
Half hearted laughs greet a standard issue joker
In this run of the mill town where it’s all mediocre
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