Back to the land of one hand doesn't know what the other hand is doing, nothing changes except change and that change is being short-changed by the money men down in the city.

The Dollar and Sterling
when we need a
Grace Darling to light us the way.

Robbing Peter to pay Paul
puts food on the table
but tarnishes the soul

note: it could tarnish Saul too.

For those who didn't make it
take it from me
making it isn't the be-all and
end all
it only feels like it.

All work and low pay
makes Jack a....

The passage of time is lit by the lights of the night shift
which waits for the morning to come.

Lucky?
I could be
but *** me this government
doesn't make it easy.

...and so
I sleep because dreams are
cheap entertainment.

They said
we were there even when we were nowhere near, which made it quite clear to us that they disliked us being among them.

I spit in their eye
who needs men like that

let's have our own party
politics excluded.

Juan who likes his own company is the one we watch.

But Juan was one too,
one of the elite
a little effete
but the effect was stunning.

There's not much to see anymore
not since the war, moaned Maud,
if I could afford to move, oh!
wouldn't that be lovely, she said.

But where would I go? asked her husband Tom
who was eighty-one,
you could stay said Maud who had once adored him
but now hardly noticed him,

it's my age. he cried
you think I'm dried up and shrivelled he snivelled,

I've found another she said with a smile
better looking than you by a mile
and younger too,

Tom demanded to know
who

The man from number twenty,
you wouldn't know him
but I do.

On this seventeenth day
a Friday looms
and yet I see no mills.

My reflection looks at him as I look in on me if only to see what I look like and I look like a dog-eared book.

Turn a page
open up the cage
and I could escape this chapter.

Laughter in the auditorium
when it should be at the crematorium
when they remember
me.

That won't be happening soon
as the dish said to the spoon,
I am not sure what was being referred to
and don't care to know.

She says,
that's a bit morbid for you
and I reply,
love you too
sweetheart.

That easy chair,
yes
the heavy one that was hard to move,
not so easy now is it?

I'm on the lounger
trying to scrounge a
cup of tea.

She's on the sofa
calls me a loafer
and says
make your own,

and a home's not a home
without putting some
work in.