What obituaries for these who feast on pills?
Only a council-contract bid
And some small home-telephone bills
Will testify to what they did.
No wreaths will be laid down in their honour,
Save the fallen cabbage and meat
On the pavement, from last night's doner,
Reorganised by shoppers' feet.
No boozy buffet-dos to show respect,
But a score or so of slow dances
Destined to end in failed romances.
What gravestones shall wistfully stand erect?
Just VDUs in murky white.
Their epitaph: a live porn site.