Thursday 11 July 2013

Blackpool



It's folds they unfurl in a jaded golden mile
As real as a whore with a welcoming smile
For it'll take your wallet and then open wide
Come to Blackpool - try and find the pride!

They shit and they piss without a second thought
The council make decisions that must have been bought
For the triffids you see erect in the square
Are brutal and dominant, designed for a dare?

This Victorian seaside town that once was the place
Rattles and creaks; crime stats disgrace
So how do you scrub up these decades of faeces?
When they're all boarded up, advertising leases

The glass on the beach, the pregnant fights
20 watt bulbs make up a string of 'lights'
They burnt the fun house - the corrupt at the pleasure 
Bullying their all, no longer selling heather

And to polish this turd, you'd need a buffer made of mallows
No vision, no future, it's detritus in the shallows
What the landlady needs is someone with vision
To prevent the corrosion and decorate the fission

Someone! Rescue the Golden Smile with class
Bring the creatives to attract those with brass

Change the game, invent a hatch
Or just burn the fucker and start from scratch






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