This bush belongs to me… Or a Shepherd.

A Ferrari booms outside a Caribbean take away,

And a distant cry ‘I just got paid’

A green bush does scream,

‘I’m so smacked out, get me clean!’

And there’s Tesco metro,

Where yummy mummies buy veg

And the pawn shop next door

where  ambitious bets are  hedged

And lost.

Colourful textile stores promise liberty

The fabric’s abundance and fluidity

Drowns.

There’s the pastry shop which claims with pride

to be the best this side, of the M4 ,

And every face is hungry for more, more, more…

Most for the local offie which will sell booze to any old kid,

Yes, you’re in a nappy but you said you’re 18, why would you fib?

The Dental Centre ploughs through cavity,

As the requisite forms promise poverty

The market’s reddest rawities,

Hang from the interiors of a white van

‘Get it now, get it now, while you can’

yells a butcher – self proclaimed.

Ladbrokes is armed with a seductive slip,

And threatens bankruptcy with a 50 shades whip,

And so Indie falls upon the empire,

Putting beards, lip piercings and the plain weird in line,

Next to Aussies and Kiwis who walkabout

and question who is most stout

And who’s drinking it

‘Oi you, you’re fit’

Shouts one to another

Secretly pining for their mother.

Then there’s the defectors

There’s nothing to defend from what these lads have got,

Gonorrhea falls from their noses, disguised as snot.

And across the green lies somewhere serene and clean,

Where bagels are served from dawn to dusk

It’s privy to London’s finery

Munching on chicken escalope or a kebab

Breaking Bad’s baddest lab,

No glamour, pretense or bullshit,

It just is what it is and that’s it.

And there’s nothing left to say,

But I fucking love you anyway.

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  • balladofathinman

    i fucking love you, and it breaks my heart, to be apart.

  • Trellicko

    So relieved the Bite has a cameo. To us Bushers there ain’t no other Romeo