New Town Poem by Jason Jackson

Thank you for moving us to a new town,
Thank you for ripping every shred of originality from our being,
Thank you for introducing us to concrete,
Thank you for the joy of the busy high street

New Town, I have a new home
New Town, I have aspirations to own,
Somewhere new with green fields to see
I have definite thoughts on who I might be.

If I had no soul, then I'd be truly grateful
If I had no opinion, I trust I'd be sane,
If I needed your money, I would kiss your ass,
I would rather sleep rough or camp on the grass.

My school is funded by a lie from the state,
The teachers are working to rules that they hate
I try to pretend that this is all, much the same
But my future is traded, like players in a game.