A show
They envy my garment of red...
I shouldn’t be eating the crisps,
but pass them over please...
Some of us are
tucked into the epicentre...
A meeting room
filled with tension...
Have you ever been scammed?
Sounds close to an egg being scrambled, not a pain...
I'm just the man with a cat,
Sipping his tea...
I am very handy to have around
And most likely in every home I am found...
O' why the fuss my people?
why you give it a life of toil...
Let me embrace your pains
you, my brothers and sisters...
* I am in no way downplaying those who have died...
These streets once filled...
If you can't do what you do,
You must do what you can...
You know I think I prefer
The Earth as a child...