Primark

guilt

and shame,

with a discount price tag.

questionable ethics,

in a brown paper bag.

you tell yourself,

you have more self respect.

you're worth more,

than browsing the second floor,

and sculking to the back of the store.

but who can say no

to £2 a pair

of pants

that cover your bollocks in fur,

until you've washed them fifteen fucking times.

thanks for having the highstreet's lowest price mark,

Primark.

Poem #1