Branched.

So if we forget narrative strands,
And naturally occurring threads
Of association, what have we left?
Facts stating that we’re getting
Heavier every day or that we have
A coin’s toss probability of contracting
Something or transmitting it on,
Or developing a learning disorder
Or an anti social upwards mobility
Condition or a good chance of being
Arrested for growing cancer or
Some other affliction likely to
Drain the last pennies from Nannies
Purse or that NHS.CO.fUcKed got struck
By an ice berg in search of a pole
To attach itself to – well it would
Wouldn’t it as they’re all over here
And not in Poland – but
Can you blame them when our
Minimum is their average, and
There’s no one left there to
Compete with. You see, that’s
What happens when you let it all
Out: punctuation disappears and
Everybody thinks they’re a poet,
But when nobody listens anymore
You’d be better off warming
Your hands with your words.