A designer shirt
With designer buttons
Containing a revolting man
In a revolting shirt
Burley
Gut early
Tucked in
To his jeans
Stuffed full
Of his fat legs
Designer stubble
Cufflinked sleaves

Short hair
Hiding imperfections
Peanuts eaten
With rapid aggression

Mobile on speaker phone
So we can all hear
You have absolutely
Nothing
Worthwhile
To say

Standard man
With low standards
Everyone he knows
Is on the level
The same level

No winding road
No wandering soul
Just a straight line
From birth
To death
But with his mates
Around him
Guiding him
To
The same
Grave