New Kid in Town

Its all over the streets
there`s a new kid in town
Nitrous Oxide or hippy crack
it`s making the old hippies frown
"we couldn`t have had it like this
is this the new high? what`s going down?

Come get your dreams the devil shouts
here on the shelves is the new fix
cheaper than chips at half the price
come on in and come get your kicks
why wait for life, another dream?
let your blank mind teach you new tricks.

The humour isnt real at all
outside the dream no-one will laugh
a brain shrinks or does it expand?
a desperate call, lifes a reel gas
a giggle here wears a false smile
is it real? How long will it last?

A public discusted, they cuss
from everyone so many frowns
the elders know better, they think
why is there so many clowns
cry out, deserve what they get
when they see coffins going down.
Walkers and joggers and cyclists
everyone wants to get fitter
complaining of society
through bottles, cartons and litter
always someone`s problem not theirs
and now its those tubes that glitter.

In towns and cities and rural
gutters, hedgerows, verges awash
the green and pleasant land of home
decorated with all this mosh
no resources to tidy up
they think, such a waste of dosh.

It wasnt hard to take away jobs
but what of the anguish and pain?
no hope, no life, no future to see
whats going through the kids` brain
a feeling of loss and despair
after all, what have they to gain?

Make sure youre fast next time youre out
or better still why not wear shades
dont want youth spoiling your time
its here so just look away
its all ours, society`s mess
will be swept up, just not today.
Taken away, their goals in life
no more jobs keeping them sane
a cattle market has returned
give them low pay, heartache and pain
the dominant beast keeps them down
look beyond, the rich win again.
Dont judge by what you cant see
look all around, not on the ground
this isn`t their number one choice
in truth society has drowned
Satan took hold when hearts ran cold
and now there`s a new kid in town.

D Marsden © 2021

Published by Dave's Poetry & Mystery...

Hi. I am a retired builder. Born in 1954. My interests are: motorcycling, cycling, woodworking, wood carving, visiting countryside, reading, writing poetry, short stories, writing mystery and of course my new interest is blogging.

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