never gonna die

He’s got shat nav shades and an MP6
Mobile home with its own ring tone
Looking at a child with dark contempt
Her skin her skin
Her sun drenched skin
Is a shade too black or a shade too brown
He thinks he’s superior to her
But i think he isn’t.

Smoldering with scent which reels off lolly

Like ordure which writhes with worms
He just evaporated the equivalent of my salary
In a blink of sweat, in a sunbath’d lick
We could eat for a month on the price of his haircut
He thinks he’s rich
But he’s not got a jot,
The big silly twot.

She thinks she’s clever and fluffy and cute

Pricking those red nail varnished fingers
Phone and plastic clacking on bone
She thinks she’s holy clean and sweet
Her mother is a comet her daddy is a kitten
She’s never gonna die
She isn’t she isn’t she isn’t she isn’t.