I, the blue-eyed, bright haired reprobate,
A product of the nanny state,
raised on free-to-air TV
and value cans of rice pudding,
lament the current climate
on a tiresome bus ride home,
glasses fogged from temperature change and
watch the world flit idly by.
Thoughts of evening news linger inside,
despair and poverty,
people just like me,
like old, rotten cladding,
crumbling under...
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