Puffing away on a disused fag
If only she had another hand
To carry another Primark bag.
For the kids its just a drag
Those in a pushchair
Too young, they couldn't care.
Keep them quiet, keep them fed
It's McDonalds all round
But naughty again
It;s home and straight to bed.
Where have the little ones gone?
You can't see them
But you can hear them.
She's screaming, he's making a mess
But its not home time yet
Till mum gets her cheap new dress
Who she bring home tonight
Is anyone's guess.
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