POEM: 'The Ballad Of The Pepper-Sprayed Nobodies'

So I bought a magazine in WHSmiths Grabbed a coffee from Starbucks And got on the train. Achtung Baby on the Walkman, Some guy from ITV opposite me (not Tom Bradby) And a very understocked onboard shop. Watch the world go by for a while Check the Adidas reflection I’m looking okay I toast myself with cooling coffee. Off the train Pasty from Tesco and some Coca Cola And a walk through London’s welcoming streets. Spend two hours in HMV Praying at the altar of Ryan Adams The only god who gives something back. Look at the buildings in Tottenham Court Road Stare at the iPads with electronic Manga eyes. Starbucks Espresso perks me up Buy tickets for a big West End show Knowing I might not be around to see it. Get a taxi to St Paul’s Cathedral Shooting protestors with bullets from Wal-Mart And a gun I bought from Ebay. Welcome to Capitalism, you fucks, It allows you to buy coffee twenty four hours Buy Shrek DVDs at two in the morning And you know, get stuff cheaper, whenever you wish. If you were in school instead of whining on the church’s doorstep you might know that. Where’s your god now? What was your point again? Wait, is that a Nokia in your pocket? Can you spell h-y-p-o-c-r-i-s-y? I shake my head, eat some Nestle chocolate and fire off a few more rounds Explode a few more empty heads. Drink another Coke Read Time Wait for the police. Oh hang on, Weren’t you protesting about law enforcement last week? Seems the Met is in no rush. I wait a while then take my gun and go home Whistling a tune on my Sony Walkman And thinking of the Webber show later tonight.