Shepherds, cobblers, carpenters and joiners of all creeds and worldly dreamers You troubled souls, the brittle spirits drinking spirits cleaner Taunted workers of yore, farmers gone and industries endowed Disseminating futures, who's gonna build your ***** barrels now? **** it, I'm going to work in a call center
Continuing clearing my notebooks. I think this one was supposed to be inspired by the death of coal industry and other types of jobs going extinct, but I am not sure anymore.
Tiptoe to the moon you wanderlust sole Fetch the cobbler from beyond the green knoll For I'm in need of mending this black hole Rain down on me stardust, repair my soul Put stars in my celestial insole Fill this galaxy with light and resoul.