We were Conceived In The Alleyways

[Colin Combover in a ComaParticipant 5311]

We were born covered in yesterdays news
Our faces will become on tomorrows too

Came out all fingers and thumbs
Just enough to press the button
As the factory hums

The parody of Pater paints the scene
Whilst postulating behind the screen

Is this our future
It suits us
So it seems

The fumes entice to a sullen space
A place where ambitions are laid waste

Where a miserable band of misfits stand
A toast to each other in hand

As we follow the neon on home
We really should call four walls
A catacomb

The the Spiders are our company
Alone with tea
On the two-pence settee

There beside sits Citalopram
It reminds me
This is all I am

Can there be something more for those born under neon light
Or should we hug the bottle tight….

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