Delulu-Land By Ryan Hatton

An alarm goes off in the distance,

As fire rains down,

But a smile – it paints on my features

As I dance around a city

filled with so many problems –

Threats are part of my day-to-day;

We have bandits aplenty,

Scoundrels, cults, crime overlords

Even drug busts right on your doorstep.

But today I won’t see it,

I’ll greet it with a grin.

One that is moulded from clay,

And brick looted from the rubble

that sits just outside my workplace,

For leisure I could go sit at a coffee shop,

And drink the tears of the underpaid

or from the hypocritical teats

that their CEOs will offer,

Whilst simultaneously paying for genocide.

Yet still, today is a perfect day,

One we all dreamed of when we were children,

Possibly all being on the same pennies

that we had when pocket money

was not subject to inflation,

And painted on smiles

were just for dolls.