Chances are,
when the rot sets in and the rot got that lot in
we'll all get thin or thinner,
A can of beans and 57 means or ways to cook and
we can wish for the fat with a dish of that or those and
who knows,
a tin of special brew will do for now
and a slice of credit cow,
somehow we'll pay
we always get the rot when that lot get the lot.

Food banks in Trafalgar square and the ranks of
the hungry, looking
everywhere.

I look but don't see the workings of a democracy
only the thin and the thinning of a community,
chances are,
we'll fall into fragments and become the silence
unless
and until
we find the will and I'm sure we will survive.