Ode to the Supermarket
went shopping, what a nightmare, my sister drove to.... (take out the name in case they sue me. lol)-the f**king price is never right for me, the music please no music not the music, i was off-a bad day, she couldn?t park, I got out and directed and half shouting tell her to f**king get on with it, tense every delay is a delicate slice of the razor across my patience, she gets out the car laughing half scolding, f**k she?s so cool and calm it almost annoys me, I get the trolley and push across the threshold into the stadium of despairand i, at the centre, nausea nausea everywhere n?ere a drop of sanity to drink, f*k I can?t face this: the music the bells the bells it?s all ringing in my ears: the music-strains of nausea in the air-and at our bakery counter bakewell tarts are two for the price of one and we have great deals on children?s clothes at the moment, do I f**king care just switch it off my brain I turn down the volume and reality fades, i like the quite life now but please not with this (un)reality filtering in-it?s like trailer parks life?s scrap yards telephone boxes that smell of p**s waking in your vomit stagnant water a beach when it?s raining: f**king hell I hate it I cannot bear the (sur)reality of this, supermarkets the worst of all, stop can I tell you, what sam, nothing it?s ok I?ll just wait here you get produce stuff, it?s like under the bridge, what?, you know the red hot chilli peppers, yeah sam you wait here like a good girl, I don?t ever want to feel like I did (this) day, take me far away, take all the way, it?s hard to believe, it?s hard to believe that I?m all alone, and I don?t ever wanna feel????., f**k why don?t they play something like that and not this s**t, and at our produce counterSHUTUP!
went shopping, what a nightmare, my sister drove to.... (take out the name in case they sue me. lol)-the f**king price is never right for me, the music please no music not the music, i was off-a bad day, she couldn?t park, I got out and directed and half shouting tell her to f**king get on with it, tense every delay is a delicate slice of the razor across my patience, she gets out the car laughing half scolding, f**k she?s so cool and calm it almost annoys me, I get the trolley and push across the threshold into the stadium of despairand i, at the centre, nausea nausea everywhere n?ere a drop of sanity to drink, f*k I can?t face this: the music the bells the bells it?s all ringing in my ears: the music-strains of nausea in the air-and at our bakery counter bakewell tarts are two for the price of one and we have great deals on children?s clothes at the moment, do I f**king care just switch it off my brain I turn down the volume and reality fades, i like the quite life now but please not with this (un)reality filtering in-it?s like trailer parks life?s scrap yards telephone boxes that smell of p**s waking in your vomit stagnant water a beach when it?s raining: f**king hell I hate it I cannot bear the (sur)reality of this, supermarkets the worst of all, stop can I tell you, what sam, nothing it?s ok I?ll just wait here you get produce stuff, it?s like under the bridge, what?, you know the red hot chilli peppers, yeah sam you wait here like a good girl, I don?t ever want to feel like I did (this) day, take me far away, take all the way, it?s hard to believe, it?s hard to believe that I?m all alone, and I don?t ever wanna feel????., f**k why don?t they play something like that and not this s**t, and at our produce counterSHUTUP!
