Severe city

home town blues

Plastic people in plastic land,

steal my hope to bite my hand,

practised hard to mock sincere,

two-tone thought and false veneer

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Every scheme and every card

to kill the song/hang the bard

wheel and deal, no man escapes

crushing peace your system rapes,

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Bastardise thy only swine

recollect, then act Devine,

the doubting looks I cast around

rule the world/run to ground, 

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Punish those within your grip,

mundane thoughts/soothing whip,

shallow waters, see through mind

colour coating/ concrete kind,

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Hide the lies that tied me down

turn the screw, watch me drown,

processed smiles imperfect land,

plastic people/promised land.

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Reviews

[John the Baptist]

Unique imagery and good meter and rhyming really move this one along well. Home towns can often bring out these feelings in creative people. The irony is you can find the same faults in big cities.

[Dee Oddbins]

thanks so much for your great review