Grey winter city skies and faces
glittering glass of tearful stations
waving handkerchief flags and mournful horns
sound the last post goodbye summer
now love freezes in the veins
so take the needle and mainline loneliness
to fade into the Saturday crowds
and melt into forgetfulness.
Outside the braying pigs and clattering heels
announce their macho bigotry
and feminine displays of unattainability
obsessed with appearance, the air-headed girls
get the thick and nasty bastards
destined to beat their children.