Happy Wings

Night is over, but no sun rises

And darkness slides into day

Neon startled by ruptured downtime

And sputters adverts in grey

And there's a light in a fast food concession

Attracting children with mothlike response

They drag you over "oh grandad

Please buy me some happy wings"

It's just some scraps from

The slaughterhouse ceiling

Diced & coated in fat

But every portion comes with bimbles

That you can stick on your hat

There's little zak with his pet armadillo

Captain yaxley and turf cutter pete

Driving his tractor to pinsworth-on-twee

For some happy wings

You want some sprinkles on your hotfries?

I don't care what it costs

We'll have a take out or eat it instore

I really don't give a toss

And there I go again losing my patience

Mummy said that she knew I'd get stressed

But that's the price thay you pay

For the pleasure of happy wings