Morrisons – Fellows Park, Reprise.
¶ 1
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People want their Walsall back
I wonder what that means?
They’re marching to and from the site
Of comedy latrines.
¶ 2
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They’re calling for belated truths
And answers from the usurers
Jeff patrols the bargain isle
Smiling at the queue-servers .
¶ 3
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There’s dead fish in the six yard box
Where once a salmon leapt
To put Newcastle on their knees
And that’s where Leicester wept.
¶ 4
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When Man United came to town
Buckley wasn’t filling
The shelves with seasonal landfill tat
His art-form kept us dreaming.
¶ 5
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Dreaming of some better day,
One forever ours
When we could finish school or work
En-route to the twin towers.
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The warmth of self-deception was
Our heartbreak and our hit
Heroes clutching champagne flutes
Wearing mud for kit.
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Could this dissonance be dissolved? Could we have our say?
In weeks when mediocrity can earn “five o five k”.
Maybe those that can reprise will lead a clarion sound
Rip down these soulless superstores and rebuild proper grounds.
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