Source:
Adults
Author:
jonny graham
Title:
This is Chicken Town Once Again .
All the shops are boarded up , everywhere is fuckin' shut . Who you lookin' at ? You fuckin' slut ! You're so spineless , you don't even call my fuckin' name . Everything looks so grey , so just-the-fuckin' same . This is obviously Chicken Town , once-a-fuckin'-gain . The pubs and bars are due to open , men stand on corners fuckin' hoping . Stood around so idle , fuckin' chatting , fuckin' smoking . Tipping the balance of moral decency, fuckin' laughing , fuckin' joking . Long term benefit fraudsters , with their two fingers fuckin' poking. These are experienced system cheaters , worse than fuckin' sympathy seekers . Blatently letting the world know , they are social structure's fuckin' beaters . Barking out strings of expletives , turning up their fuckin' heaters . All alone in Chicken Town , no one hear to fuckin' meet us . The pop-up toasters don't even work , the fuckin' bread don't fuckin' jerk . The only man who's busy , is the fuckin' compensation clerk . Even the cats are fuckin' shagged , don't make me fuckin' gag ! Corned beef women lurk in doorways , all they do is fuckin' nag . This is Chicken Town once again , and it's really fuckin' sad . Community service workers scrub , grafitti sprayed on the Town Hall . Where a tandoori chicken puked , up and down the fuckin' wall . They'd like to do a runner , but they haven't got the fuckin' balls . And sullen teenage mothers waste , their fuckin' lives away , permanent fixtures every day , in the local shopping mall . And all you get is leery attitude , from sneery fuckin' faces . The government's the joker , the people hold the fuckin' aces . So zonked out on home grown skunk , they don't know what fuckin' day it is . Work ! Don't make me fuckin' laugh ! Don't take the fuckin' piss ! We fire malingering arrows , and just like the Korean archery team , we never fuckin' miss . This is Chicken town once again , the drains are fuckin' blocked . The entry signs are upside down , the exit routes are fuckin' locked . It's too hot to sleep at night , the people bark like fuckin' dogs . Nothing runs like clockwork , there are spanners in the fuckin' cogs . Everyone is hopelessly lost , in an apathetic fuckin' fog . The only club in town , is on the shut down list . Where men with dirty fingernails , prop up the fuckin' bar , trying to get pissed , amongst the head lice infested odour , of Old Spice , Brut , and Body Mist . And lovers die of boredom , each time they fuckin' kiss . And the only ecstasy the DJ knows , is a quick one off the fuckin' wrist . All the clocks are fuckin' wrong . All the days are far too fuckin' long . Nothing to do but fuckin' moan . Might as well stay at fuckin' home . The houses are all overrun with rats , you're never a-fuckin'-lone . Your fuckin' lost and fuckin' found , Oi you ! ... keep the fuckin' racket down ! Everyone is lost and never found , going round and fuckin' round . The taps have all run dry , can't even fuckin' drown . It gets you fuckin' down . Once again in Chicken Town .
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