I got here to this year
don't ask me how
but I have a cracking view
from my bifocals,

the locals call me Methuselah
and that confuses her
because she thinks I'm only
thirty-four.

It gets tiring
need to get the pliers in
and
pluck out my expectations,

working the weekend again.

I run the gauntlet of options
but not many options there
what's going on John,
what's going on?

I shall let you know when it's done
which will be
about sundown on Sunday

head down and I head in
so silent
I can hear a pin stop.

Just do it,
isn't that what they tell us?
do it and don't make a fuss.

*** 'em
fight the machinations of
****** corporations and bent
politicians

and
W.H.O. won't help you
they're out to scalp you
they'll inject you and tell you
that it's for your own good,

but to paraphrase Mandy
'well they would say that wouldn't they'

It was past its sell by
I could tell by
the smell
and the date stamp too.

needs must and a mans gotta do
so I threw it in the dustbin.

When the sky is washed blue
when the clouds are bleached white
and the light in your words shines out in your eyes
my heart and my soul and my whole being cries
for one more hour.
Sixty short minutes so I can show you and shower you
with love and those last sweet kisses.

My everything misses you
When the sky is washed blue.

They'll never tell you
what it is
when they tell you,
it is what it is

so what is it?

I think it's a field
where
the bulls are full of it.

Time after time
we get ****** in by their lies
and end up on the breadline

not for them
The six-to-two
or
two to ten
they live the life of Riley

and who pays?
the sick?
the needy?
the pensioners who cry
who'll feed me?

when they're ******* down the lid on you
it'll be too late then
to realise that they've been kidding you
all of your life.