And there they go
consigned to the deep
at Scapa Flow.

if you can't beat them
sink them,

It's
all or nothing or it's
all and nothing to do
with me.

I've been out
but I'm lit now
joining the ranks
of
how it used to be.

A long day
measured out in
bread with no jam
is longer than I can take,

Listen up
anyone who's even trying
to get there
gets my support
and I don't mean,
my truss.

struggles are real,
feel them and weep,
keep your hatred off
this platform.

Here
in my mind's eye
the minutiae
of this existence.

I always hear them crying
think they're trying to get
back to the sea
but here's a new thing
just heard some cowbells ring,

Stratford is getting weirder.

It's urgent
that's what she said to me
I answered her and quite casually
in the 1950's way
what?

oh, what said she,
you
were supposed to be here,
at the stroke of three

well
something came up

oh
how unusual
she said.

*** me
if I was only fifty years younger,

she burst out in laughter
and to be honest
ha
I don't blame her.

Oh yeah,
I live in the met' area
and yet never see the met' near here,
they must be eating doughnuts
at Krusties.

Crime is rife
and they tell me
that's life,

but me being good
think that life should
be better.