Grey City
Going out is overated,
Staying in is so outdated,
Clubs are full of posing pricks,
And men with shoulders full of chips,
Watered down alcohol that tastes of sweat,
Old men at the bar stare into pints of regret,
People with opinions on many things,
But on a weekday they empty bins,
People with iPhones thinking they’re A listers,
Sharing meaningless shitty instragram pictures,
People covered in branded clothes,
Becoming nothing but stamped advertising clones,
Capitalism fills their lives with products,
Lowers their opportunities but rapes their wallets,
The youths have looks of venom in their eyes,
You’ve never met them but its you they despise,
Their pleasure comes from innocent peoples cries,
Nothing they do comes as any surprise,
Teenage girls with children starting school,
And their boyfriends roam looking for streets to rule,
Nobody leaves their houses after 10pm,
Women wear fur coats and dine in posh bars,
But underneath they can’t afford knickers or bras,
They’d rather pretend to be middle class,
Even with cold water in their baths,
They are ashamed of who they really are,
Men in ties with brief cases rush,
Ready for anything in their way to push,
With hair slicked back and neatly brushed,
Haven’t spent time with their families in months,
They spend 24/7 in the office,
Reading books is seen as a waste of time,
Education to them is an impossible climb,
Teachers are not able to teach,
Pupils only aim is to make them weep,
And follow the others like a heard of sheep,
They are like an army of robots,
