Ant Smith

All poems

Orchestrating heartless rebellion

One of a pair of foot locker boots
A string of pearls by Elizabeth Duke
Those JD Sports half price tracky suits
I would not buy that shit you loot

You fall for it you fucking sap
What you take they will take back
You sell your soul too fucking cheap
They're gonna make you a conscriptee

Are you a disenfranchised sun
A rebel who has lost his tongue?
Or are you just a street wise thug
Or do you just not give a fuck?

Instruction manual on the news
Shops closed up, what's that say to you?
Time to riot, time to loot
Time to hand them an excuse

You fall for it you fucking sap
What you take they will take back
You sell your soul too fucking cheap
They're gonna make you a conscriptee
They're gonna make you a conscriptee
They're gonna make you a conscriptee
They're going shoot you in the breeze