The Estate

Where the dream starts and doesn’t end
In the bedsheets it’s time to pretend
To amend the wrongs of the day
In the bed sheets you will find your only friend.

Welcome to the Estate
A mishmash of proportions
Modern art in the Tate.
The Downtrodden you will send
Their money for nothing
Their problems polished in duffing.

A plaster of affliction
Corruption in the system
Could this be bigger than Watergate and Nixon?
Or stay hidden behind a Brexit election?

Welcome to the Estate
A mishmash of proportions
Modern art in the Tate
The downtrodden you will send
Their money for nothing
Their lives must mean something.

To the Pleasure Beach journeys the pleasurable bitch
Twin buggy and no man to hitch.
The unfortunate trip, holiday for the year,
Yet you still call her intolerable, leech.

Escape the Estate,
The dirtied slate,
A united State in hate,
Where the lost yearn to be found,
Rather you discriminate.

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