The coward
The coward
Points his finger
At the world.
The bus driver
Has too many kids,
The eighteen-year-old
Left school
Three years ago,
My mother
Marries
Mad men,
That school
Is the kind
Of school
So-and-so’s
Children go to,
Girls
Are
Different
To boys,
My wife
Betrayed me,
My boss
Is a fuckhead
Clearly,
Sausage rolls
Are good
For the
Soul,
Yes yes yes
It’s a pity
You’re fat
It’s a pity
You
Talk
Like
A man
Who
Doesn’t give a crap
I do
I do
I give things
And people take them
And I’ll grumble
But never tell them.