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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