in a box, meter by four
behind a solitary door
endless people moving coming
passports demanding shoving
'neath my nose 'gain 'n again
gets my dander up
'specially those superior men
overt-religious pup
i think i'll show them who's the boss
queen of this citadel
'hey you! don't go across
'yond bounds of this 'ere cell!'
i've got the power
from ramshackle hut
i'll watch him cower
as i slam his pass shut
'neath spectacled glower
there's little he can do
as i send him whisky-sour
to back of the queue