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Supermarket Wars

The supermarket soldiers march up and down my street.
Coming from town, it’s the orange bag brigade,
The other way, march the loyal Tescovian clan.
“Tesco shite this way” is the daring grafitti my end.
No-one’s lowered themselves like that on the Sainsbury side - yet.
I’m basically a Tesco man – more down to earth,
And at least in the City Road branch, prettier check out girls.
Sainsbury for me is too middle class, too up-its-own-arse, too Jamie Oliver.
One of these days, they’re gonna meet in the middle - a mass food fight.
There could yet be blood, or ketchup, spilled in the supermarket wars.