Let’s get back to nature, said city boy in his suit.
Smash up our phones,
Burn down our homes.
We’ll live in the wild: no clothes. Just mud.
Make spears out of branches- fight to fuck.
The chicks will do the breeding,
We’ll supply the meat.
Imagine: no bills. No shite-
Just survival of the fittest.
He said, You with me? His eyes burned bright.
Mate. We wouldn’t last two minutes,
I’m not wiping my arse on moss.
And our feet would get all blistered. Besides, X Factor’s on.