Cofoppyplop = coffee + pop

I've often wondered how the (what exactly is it anyway?) hard rock poem called Evidently Chickentown (by John Cooper Clarke)would look if all the cussing and drug refrences were taken out and the language more localized to my area. I know you've wondered the same things. It does mess up the rhyming and flow and that's ^ sad too ^ bad:

The cops are keen to keep it clean, The sheriff is a pig (allegedly) who makes the rules, concerning crimes called fun and games, the kids he blames, are nowhere to be found because this isn't Chickentown, The situation is depressing, The news is downright unbelievable, The turf has weeds in it, the need for speed is often frustrated, the people around here are idiots, don't make me laugh, it hurts to look around, even though it isn't Chickentown, The buses are late, so you wait and wait, you are found lost well outside of Chickentown, everything you look at is disgusting, from where you are to the horizen, Mother shut your kids up!, the flowers die (sigh), the gastronomical oportunities are subpar, the plumbing is in bad need of repair, everything is brown, even well away from Chickentown, The bars are all boring, go to the clubs and get stuck outside waiting, because of all the males and females, dressed to kill, some guy gets stabbed, waiting for a taxi, upon hearing this you decide to stay home, your neighbors ask you to keep it down to a dull roar, This definitely isn't Chickentown, the bus is late-again, hurry up and wait, you are found lost your way to Chickentown (the cawing didn't give it away?), the pastries weren't made today, the potato chips are cold- as they should be, the pop is flat, some of the apartments contain pet rodents such as gerbils and hamsters, the clocks are wrong (paralax error possibly), the days are long, if you want you can get all depressed, far away from Chicken town.



As you can see, it is a jumbled mess that doesn't make sense but I just wanted to see how it would look.