Nobody talks...

THE FINE ART OF COMMUNICATION.
Nobody talks to anybody any more.
Except for 'Did you see Coronation
Street last night?' down the local pub.
I had twelve pre-set channels and a
tape deck on my car stereo.
But it's being rolled with tobacco now
I expect.
And resold on someone's car boot stall
for another fool to have boosted
from his Ford.
Nobody talks to anybody any more.
They just throw the channels about
on the satellite receiver
and pull up the blanket 'cos
the heating costs too much to feed.
Somebody said something
in the lift the other day.
Everybody watched him.
They thought he was on T.V.
Previously published in Cowardy Custards Last Stand in Salford 1993