From the junglung wastesto the central station.Past ASDAs bestthrough this geordie nation.A walk in wintersteals your breath,so wear a scarfyou’ll catch your death.You take your chancescrossing roads.Please look both ways,let folk explode while waiting quietlyat the lights.Don’t try to pushDon’t try to fight.A final thoughtthrough jaded breath.with wheezing lungs(like smoking Meth)My town has agedalthough notContinue reading “A’Sin’ton”