by Ben Macnair
He wears a raincoat,
And Tony Hancock’s face,
Drinks tea from a china cup,
And aspires to a six pack.
That’s what the advertisers want you to believe.
In reality he takes company from his plants,
Solace from the TV,
Which is the only thing that lights up to his touch,
And he sits next to you everyday on the train,
Your local, friendly neighbourhood sociopath.