Modern Culture Poem by Tom Priestley

The revolutionary hitman
The pseudo Symmetrical drunk punk
Who lies in wait by the tower houses
Of last nights raid
The ravers and misbehaviours
Attack me with bottle caps
As I find a fresh batch of pricing stickers
Along the arm of my cherished overcoat
This joke has turned deadly
The threats have become whispered nothings
As the psycho cycle newspaper tarts
Roll their cameras and the dead eyed waterheads
Line up to salivate and gape
At the irreverent past times of modern culture