When you're backed into the corner of a circle in a square and the spiral takes you downwards but you wish you wasn't there, when the winds of change just make you cold, when the flapping of the passing years which fly you off to being old and the clock chimes sixteen hundred on the quarter of each day
taking power from you
is this the only way?

Do you sometimes think the click is not the trigger of a gun?
or when the moon shines out at midnight
you make believe that it's the sun?

What's wrong with this that a kiss cannot cure?
money won't cure the poor,
the insanity of the game is thinking we're all screaming sane when clearly we are not
and not while they take the lions share
but
if you think they care
think again.

I see the boy down on the square and watch him as he begs
but
see beyond the outstretched hands to see two
thrombosed legs
and I thought he was lazy

crazy isn't it?
to look at those worse off and think they're ****,
is it better not to see and who's it better for?

Priority and poverty
the
chalk and cheese
of society
what side is your bread
buttered on?