Quality Street

Town centre's boarded up
no-one's having sex
there's a gym in the basement
I didn't have to use a heavy filter

but I did anyway
no-one will ever see me
when someone's pissed
on my cornflakes

the market says yes
come here and drain yourself
I can book the film room
see who's eating salad

in the lobby
get some shoes for the dog
put it in a pushchair
make it shit everywhere

make it shit on the roof deck
pop on a podcast
smile down the road
pull up loudly

and go somewhere else
maybe round the corner
and back again
and round the corner

get a bottle for mum
show her how to feed the dog
and where its shoes are
and its trousers

there's a gym in the basement
a full service restaurant 
in the cupboard
a library where the books are glued in

don't forget the dog's playdate
I'm in the games room
the lid of the white grand piano
is also glued shut

and the photocopier is out of ink
and someone let their children
play air hockey with the coffee pods
and someone looked at my hand

shopping's for idiots
but ordering in is fine
the town centre is me
smashing through a mirror.

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