Wednesday, May 24, 2017

Stuart Rawlinson #41 - Satellite Towns

Every city is great
Every home is truth
From cul-de-sac to continent
Pride clings to its own

You won't break us, but
We might just break ourselves

Opinions in constant flux
In Tarleton tonight
The spectators are lacking
A brand to pin
To their chests

We stand together

In provincial towns
No meme for the memory
No football chants

Co-opting sympathy
Parasitic empathy
In satellite towns

We claim for ourselves


  1. Odd and stunning, mate. Getting to Lawless?

  2. and every truth comes home at last
    and every cow shall roost


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