Poor people can't afford to 'spill the beans'
because they need them for sustenance
and abstinance ain't a problem that they
have to solve.

yeah
yeah
a million housewives
and every day
they sharpen their tongues
ready to slay

best to keep quiet
whether in the doghouse
or
the poorhouse,
that's what I've found.

and we're always unsure
because
even though we are poor
we're not stupid.

Edited
your life is being forfeited
what would your forefathers say?

Different strokes for
modern ways
and the olden days
are long gone.

This government
cramps my style and
it 'gets my goat'
I'm getting my coat
and going to skedaddle.

Doing a Josey...
off to the badlands
they
cannot be worse
than
this.

Silenced
by this flow of words.

Go into that quiet space
and before the mirror
watch your face
alter with the winds that blow.

And if time is all we have
then grasp it
hold it tight
savour it
and
make it last

even as change changes
change, changes change
and chances appear

'see a penny
and
pick it up'

Lady Luck has little to do
but watch.

When you think that it's you going mad,
but then you wake up and realise
the whole country got there before you.

Now you're sane,
but you have to fit in with the lunatics,
shame,
but you can do it.

When your body starts shrinking
and you think that's it's linked in
to a Facebook post that you read
it's only
a media doctor who's just there
to **** with your head.

I've said it before and
I'll say it once more
Facebook is full of
misinformation.

This is not like it was in the sixties
except for politicians and
the ******
they're the same or almost.

And almost is what we've become
drying out under a digital sun,
hair bleached white
by the liquid emitting..
pitting our wits, or we would
if we had some,
attempting to gain some equilibrium
and
weighing the odds against a sieve full
of slogans.

It can't be all bad, though, can it?
I'm disappearing
into the foregone conclusion
and
what once was the clearing
is now no more,

it's a hypermarket where you drive up in
your car and forget it while the low
paid workforce then park it.

dark init?

You pay the bills
rub in the cream
take your pills
it's still Autumn
and you can't sleep.

nothing works the way it should
not even
a lucky rabbit's foot.

So
shut the windows
bolt the doors
stoke the fire
and wait,

but my hair's turning grey
while I'm waiting.