Boil

Boil in the bag brain stomps round the supermarket;
Worst time he's had since last week,
Seething inside for the sake of a wire basket
Carving his way past cold meat

Week in weak out scream and shout out in silence
Postmodern battlefield blues
Prosthetic trolley attached to the arm ends
All of his temper to lose


Crack up and kill with a will on a Sat'day morning
Wiring a way through cheese greed
Newspaper Hell and the small of a cast of thousands
Gritting the teeth til gums bleed

Hating the whole of the herd that surrounds him,
Sweating and pushing all days
Fat snotty children all chocolate and grotty
Clog up the pipes where he pays..



FRY's Turkish delight……