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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