Round ‘ere
Fallin’ out of pubs
Into clubs
Drinkin’ shots
Night’s forgot.
Smokin’ pot
If cocaine’s not cloggin’ up your nose
And no-one knows
If you’re Snortin’ or inhalin’, or impalin’ ourselves on boys
Or toys…
Trapped in the noise
The constant drums and tribal beat
The Grippin’
Rippin’
Stretchin’ the blisters on the soles of your feet
While the walls gyrate like the bowels of hell
The drippin’
Slippin’
Steamin’ smell
Thumpin’
Pumpin’
Bumpin’ and grindin’
Hidin’ from our worries
We ain’t in no hurry to grow up
We just live UP
Even forty-year-old tarts with kids
Slash harsh colour across their eyelids
Cackling velociraptors staggering down Th’high Street
With 80’s stilettos on their feel
Chandeliers from their ears
Mouth like Leslie ash
Red-hot gash
Exhaust their Dole money cash
On boys well hung
Hungry to feel young
Drunken words are sung
To songs younger than their kids
Speakin’ of which, the Sixteen-year-old beauties are out,
Floutin’ it all
Heels on cobbles collapse and fall
Ankles crack, ego’s an all
Someone’s daughter playin’ with his ‘wherewithal’
In an alleyway, parading their anatomy to catch a thrill
Catch a chill
End up ill
Not on the pill
Not even supposed to be there girl
Stumble out on a level, in your purse you hurl
Up wkd vodka cherry
Tryna act like Katy Perry
Kissing girls so the boys will come on your face with a self-satisfied noise.
This all happens, I see
I smell the stench of the red-hot wench
You take round the back of 53
This scally boy
Gio Goi wearin’
Nobed – carved in the back of his head
Broad heavy tread
Eyebrows gashed
Once if you’re hard, twice if your solid
Tanned something horrid
Tuggin’, unzippin’, fumbling and sighing
Eyes are hazy, groanin’ and cryin’
Elastic snaps, gasping, she scratches
Weak lazy limbs she can’t match his fight
So tight
Your mates all told you sex was fun
Now you’re gaspin’ for breath under a ton
Of flesh
His muscles coil his blood boils
And she toils
She sees morning blue light above her
Thinks of her Mother
Worryin’ under covers
Not the romantic idea of ‘lovers’ she had
Don’t even want to think of her Dad
And I’ve got fuckin’ school tomorrow
This is Excellent Katherine
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