Ailing…buying Zomlings

I feel sick and unwell
Im Fucking Ailing
buying zomlings
Identifying playthings out of iPhone playlists
to get us round supermarkEts

Sick of Sainsburys, it’s all i breathe
Tis the air that i seathe and swelter and burn under their neon shelter
Tis my wardrobe
Tis my bank load
Tis our salvation after social malfunction
And our nightmare when we pretend we don’t care
It’s what we do to live a ‘normal’ existence
We co-aisle and hold back our bile to
Function amongst the unaware and
I’m surprised, actually
That I’ve not
yet
floored any one in there

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