Life is the slammed-in-face, then double-locked door.
You’re surplus to requirements.
We don’t need you any more.
It’s an endless series of cliques and clubs -
exclusive, not inclusive -
and does your face – and body – fit?
If not, kindly forget it.
Thou shalt not be no fun,
which isn’t so easy
when you’re dying inside,
and hardly ever leave your home,
through no fault of your own.
It’s all just cliques and clubs –
and if you’re in, you’re in –
and if you’re not, then tough.
“Real life” is all just cliques and clubs.