It used to be goals and girls:
Who scored in extra time.
You were always in for a laugh.
Brawls didn’t start
Till you turned up.
Together, we kicked ass,
Breaking laws even
The judge hadn’t heard of;
Not giving a fig leaf for taste,
Tradition, temperance,
What passes for truth;
Spitting in society’s face
And not missing
Once.
Now, look at us,
Chatting away in Sainsbury’s,
Like a couple of eejits.
Discussing world events
Like what’s cooking for lunch
Or which cat food is best;
Our trolleys bright
With ideas.
Not trading recipes, not yet
Just idle chat
About things we used to mock,
Aloof from the herd,
The dullness we feared,
Never dreaming the suburbs
Would one day come to us.
What a waste!
But then,
Have you seen the price
of tea bags lately?
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