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On The Road Past Wigan Pier (Or When Saturday Comes).

Beyond Wigan Pier,

flat caps are worn with a sense

of irony

to the visiting football fan

that made their way through tunnels

and forgotten history book sampled landscapes

of the once industrial blackened soot North,

Orwell no longer in residence

and yet in this barbarous age,

a depression in all but name,

the great decline of the 21st Century,

but as long as you can get your nails done

and have the latest must have Playstation

diversion, then obviously the world is just great and green;