rose falls asleep with her back to the wall,
the sick high street babies will always want more.
the dull glow of everything new and the cold light of everything you thought
you'd kept to one side or kept safe in a box, on a shelf, in a bunker,
unbreakable locks.
we were fed to the city.
if you can't laugh at yourself, rose, you can leave it to somebody else.
they want entertainment so show it to them,
circles in notebooks, webs of your friends, the eyes in the room that conspire
to watch rose fall again from a wire,
to the grin that is bared and the teeth that are gone,
the endless repeats of your favourite song.
if you can't laugh at yourself, rose, you can leave it to somebody else.
rose, if you can't laugh at yourself, kid, you can leave it to somebody else.
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