Ford Escort RSTurbo
Bangin’
Dreams from the 80’s
When men were wankers
And so were their cars
Girls with big bras
Big pickles in jars
A stream of motoring facts
So dull
My stomach reacts
Every other word
Is fucking
As if it proves you’re something
But you’re nothing

Sitting in my Nike’s
In my nightie
Nightly

Faux friendliness
Close to
Extreme violence
Letting go
Of a I love you
And hello
To fuck you
You cunt
I’m more proud of you
Than anything in my life
And I don’t even know you
You cunt
You make me proud
You cunt

Wot?
No scampi fries?
Salad on the side
Lettuce
Disco tomato
No trainers here
Packet ‘o’ crisps
More beer