Lyrics from the single currently at Number 2 in the youth-beat music charts, ‘Foundations’ by Kate Nash:
“Your face is pasty ’cause you’ve gone and got so wasted, what a surprise.
Don’t want to look at your face ’cause it’s makin’ me sick.
You’ve gone and got sick on my trainers,
I only got these yesterday.
Oh, my gosh, I cannot be bothered with this.”
Poetry, sheer poetry, it speaks to the spirit deep inside of me.
And, I suspect, all of us.
(It was a close-run thing; I almost posted something by Mike Skinner, but the repetition of the word ‘sick’ was what tipped it for me.)