Idio

And then the idiots walked in...

With their headphones and their music and their little private worlds.

With their phones and no headphones to broadcast to the world.

And then the idiots walked in…

With their problems and their windows that they never had time to look out.

With their instant microwave burgers that hid their disease so very well,

And then the idiots walked in…

And they parked their scooters in their lockers and quietly walked away.

Posting their Jalfrazzi so the world could come and see it and say how much they loved it.

And then the idiots walked in…

Laying on their trampolines and soaking in the summer.

They realise its February and push the rain away.

And the idiots walked in…

With their season passes and their unlockables and there free to pay esthetic.

With their 4K HDR and 64K ram packs and forget their rubber keyboards.

With their rice that they start sniffing and their endless leaving meals.

With their visits to the car wash and their sunny Sunday smile.

And the idiots walk in…

With their endless piles of music and the time to not create.

The records bought and rebought and bought again and never played.

With the vinyl weight that pushes down and doesn’t help at all.

And the idiots walk in…

With their energy drinks for lethargy and crisps between some bread.

With their personalised registration plates that cost more than the car.

With their music loudly playing loudly, getting louder as it gets worse.

And the idiots walk in…

With their channels and their unboxings and their reactions to the world.

With their mirrors and their surgery and their image of the self.

With their reality of other people that are hardly real at all. 

With their mirrors that work backwards and reflect them on the world. 

With their Quinoa and their Five Guys and their constant Revolutions. 

With their flavours and their choices and their constant stream of hairdressers.

With their walkmen and their eye pads and their porridge.

With their multicultural cuisine and xenophobic politics.

With their onions and their bunions and the Tantamount Hotels.

With their IMAX and their 3D and their cameras held high at concerts blocking the views in the cheap seats.

With their Credit Cards and Debit Cards and Diner Cards and AMEX Cards.

With their 102923232% interest rates and their constant need for PPI.

With their credit scores and their ‘what doing’.

And the idiots walk in…

And then the lights go off and the door locks and we retreat from our history.

And we back off from houses that might one day belong.

And we hide from the zombies behind the hedges.

And we don’t want them to have what we have had.

And we take away their right for a free education and complain when they are uneducated. 

And we take away their safety so they can’t play in the streets.

And we take away the bad things that make the tasty treats.

And we take away their rest days and make them seven days a week.

And we take away the milk that they hide so well in the fridge.

So when they want a drink there is nothing to give.

And we take away their identity and make them all generic.

And we take away their sense of worth and make them all pathetic.

And we take away their entertainment and give them too much choice.

And we complain that they are shouting when they don’t even have a voice.

And we give them new diseases that they don’t know how to fight.

And we take away their seasons so they don’t know when it’s night.

And we take away your immunity and complain when you are ill.

And we take away their pensions and the time they have to fill.

And then the idiots walk in…

Binge drinking, eating, smoking just to get through life.

Just to live in this mess of a world.

Just to live where no-one cares.

Where people would leave you bleeding on the street.

Where people can’t afford to eat.

All those flavours out there and none of them attainable.

Lots of things for you to buy and none of them sustainable.

Carry on.

Carry on.

See if you can make it better. 

You can’t. 

It’s broken.

You can’t fix it.

What do we care?

We are leaving.

We are walking out. 

It’s not our problem.

Enjoy.