W-S-M

(Entered in the local "Write a poem about Weston-Super-Mare Comp)

"W-S-M" By Marcus Cooke

For my sins
this is my town
i don't know what you have heard?
i found it eating its own balls
i took it
adapted it
and made it my own.
But this town is out of control
there has to be a way
to take it back.
yeah, its populated with scum and disease
and people who would rather mug you
then shake your hand,
but this is still my turf.
i am going to get out of here
somehow!!!