Pestilence Of Prudence
Children grow into thinking quick about what's good,
What's bad what's nice to eat,
But when they reach Adulthood and adjust their feet,
what makes them culture what shapes their feats,
Is it the history, the landscape, the camaraderie, the TV
the chocolate cakes and sweets, the fashions, luxuries and treats
the fascination, contemplating theater at feet whatever it be
and wherever you be any place that's rainy, with a craving fulfilled and complete,
Could be the home that's always known cliche, jargon and critique
For is it England they love, or the brands it eats and drinks.
as they sleep and weep in the fictional normality they try to upkeep.
As you ever-erode into it's bottomless pit,
It's silk-laden woven tentacles of conformity and indulgence,
a parallel hundred-metre panoramic three sixty split.
All wonder and no wonder some to slander, some to slumber
none to weigh, ever-colder the back breaking strain,
to a brief disdain, how long will the pestilence of prudence remain.