The Bible According To Netto

(please note dunners are debt collectors) (Netto is a low cost Supermarket) In these isles of cheap illusion the kids run free, screaming for the sugar of childhood. While their mother walks on down wine bottle lane, to escape life’s demons for one more day. The shells of beings look but do not see. Part time lives in worn out trainers minimum wage to stretch, their withered faces all smart price packed, on another out of date trolley. Buy one get one free, a horse burger is a burger a person is a person. Each hiding themselves from the world, Incognito in a world of poverty. Tomorrow the kids will cry each will find their jail. The weight of despair will sentence their lives In these streets You will find a different kind of humanity. Where social security hears the dunners knock and boredom leads to exotic dreams, wrapped up in foil of rainbow brown. We all crave the womb for the world cannot reach us there. And behind the curtain the detritus of existence survives. Old men in young men’s cloths with regret filled veins counting the burglars sin as the blue light of night closes in. The child becomes a woman and woman carries the pain. Another babe born the hand of indifference grabs another box Of powdered baby milk, for family allowance is her work. Life belongs to an electric token and a chip pan of joy her disfiguring pleasure in life. These are the isles where no one has a name complete with a special offer of sadness. Existence is a hangover for under a fiver for this is the sum of life. and no one will take away this credit on society our triple (A) rating of poverty.