LOVERWORLD

Love a dumb world, love a numb world, love a world of pain

Another young love, lapsed, long lost to the London rain

Learn to love a world so sad yet so excites your brain

Learn to love that LOVERWORLD world

Love ghosting through the function

Frictionless consumption

Love a life that’s either cool for cats or up the junction

Love tent cities, smoking superkings, in empty flats

Don’t you love what Sunday’s guilt does to your Strava stats?

Love Mellow Magic and the midnight men of Marble Arch

Out there chopping onions, holding tears back, from the rain-drenched dark

I met my love: all zones off peak

Our love’s a zone only known to you and me

Love dumb rave chat and the clatter of the Thameslink bridge

Love having more than two things in the fridge

Love Tankie Says Relax

Love commuter chaos and the Euston rats

Brazen influencer bandits and the fallout from the group chat spats

Love a bus fight, love a green wash, love a perfect ten

Love undiagnosed signs of serotonin depletion in men

Love a life that seems to move, these days, eight times the speed

Which means four loving lifetimes, left, for you and me

Love a train fight, love a head loss, dopamine

Love being factory farmed for feelings through a smartphone screen

Love booting up the football gossip knocking shop

Panopticonic fascist shit on X that turns your brains to slop

Love detox washing tablets, plant-based toothbrush heads

Unexpected night sweats and the latest breakthrough weight loss meds

Love another Heavy Traffic white wine art-speak slot

Love a row of shut down shops propped up by the local goths

Love the bull run and the bed rot and the beer garden bump

Love squeezing out your margins for the pump and dump

Love a song that makes me sigh and feel like eight jet planes

Returning from some distant future, all bathed in horizon stains

Love e-girls, gooners, drainers, and their Deftones tatts

Little pregnant pockets laden with ecstatic kompromat

Love algorithmic brain death, markets, time itself

Love a ticking climate clock and picking lifestyles off a shelf

Love the bullies and the boring, the dim, dull and twee

I don’t love a single thing that doesn’t sing to you and me

I don’t love a single thing that doesn’t sing to you and me

I don’t love a single thing that doesn’t sing to you and me