There used to be a football team here

New Brighton Tower FC

They no longer have fixtures

Their plans turned to dust

Nothing now remains

Pregnant at sixteen

My younger brother

Died young of a wasting disease

That might have been curable given time

I lied on my CV

Decay Decay Decay

There is nothing but decay

He used to turn tricks

In the bushes

That now cover the site

The river like the area

Is now polluted black

The Beatles once played here

When the going was good

Before they too faded into history

Nothing now remains

Apart from the decay