Junk Shop Poem by Jonathan Heads

A liter of yop, a bag sherbet treats, a
hotdog from heaven, all before eleven.

Most have dashed to the shop filling
baskets with bottles of pop,3 pot
noddles here,4 batchelers there, a
rustler a pear, jelly variety to be fair,
and if they can squeeze it, mr brains
from the freezer, crisp sandwich for later.

Hit the alarm,1pm's to early mcdonalds
breakfast s'not-worth the journey,

how is that possibly convention,
i'll just have to invent some confection.

Instant pancakes not even on the day,
ten or eleven, maybe i'll flambe.

next come sausages, egg and bacon
not much of-a revelation open the
fridge you'll find plenty of temptation,
not drinking counsel juice better go for
the cola

plastic pollution, and hydrogenated
solutions e numbers and preservatives
all at your services

energy shots, caffeine pops, coffee
shops, bertty bots, mcdonald stops,
pizza drops

yo-yo diet - up and down.

One minute celery sticks the next
packet chicken dips, it's all so cheap
and convenient it doesn't take a dietitian
just a couple of quid, drink some vitamin
liquid or is that just sugar water?
I never know.. the bloke on the ad said
so, I better go with the flow after all,

I gotta go.