Bitchy from ALIENATHAN by Nathan Evans

Posh bitch, parading her privilege in public—
which is horse and which is human?
Go back to your pen. Your road was so smooth
you made your own stones. Go and pop
another pill. You wear your depression
like a lifetime's achievement but I know
depression and where I come from that's not what
they call it—they call it life and they just live it.
And when they're sad, they don't talk about it.
When they're hurt, they don't know about it.
They're too busy making money, paying bills,
changing nappies, queueing in Tesco's
for the bargains, telly weekdays, pub at weekends.
So fuck off to your meetings, 'My name is...'
Tell your sad stories. But you don't know...

Posh school, posh job, posh house, posh kids,
posh life, posh death, posh funeral
and I only hate you because I want it too.

• ClassicalMusic
• Electronic
• Experimental
• electronica
• indiepop
• London