Women

Damn
Damn
Damn

Girls
Women
Girls
Women

Girls

Triumph
Momentary
The end echoes til the end of time

Failure
Forget about it
I'm trying
Move on
I'm trying

But there's nowhere to go

Though there are some other things
But they are all crap

Network South East

What shall I write about?
(Oh God, it's one of those poems)

I'm on the train
My scrawl on the small Muji notebook is insane
My back is arched.
There's a tingling on my lip
But the Lysine works so I'm not too worried.

It's the Network South East.
We're between London Bridge and New Cross.
We're English, suburban
We know London, we see what it's about
But we live in the suburbs.
We are English
We watch TV
We read the Evening Standard
We take long business calls on our mobiles.
I'm a funny one though