Everywhere
I go I find birthpills in the bathroom.
Part of the scenery.
Have you had one today?
No longer shocking.
The inside of handbags.
Used to be hidden.
Now out on display.
Professional women who work for a living.
Run through their washing when they come home at night.
Jars of cosmetics.
Open and oozing.
Petroleum jelly.
Like turkish delight.
Modern World how I hate it.
Modern World you can take it.
Modern World your magic’s gone for me.
Where’s the mystery that there used to be ?
No more escaping you’re caught in the crossfire.
See yourself naked as you stand on the scales.
No more illusions under strip lighting.
It’s so heartless and truthful.
It tells you no lies.
Modern World how I hate it.
Modern World you can take it.
Modern World your magic’s gone for me.
Where’s the mystery that there used to be.
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