The Government robbing us
banks are fobbing us off
where is that man of the cloth
when will the miracle come
who has the key to the cellar door
and why lock away the ***?

Oh
vote us in
and
they said you'll all be quids in
but we won't get a look in
until the cupboard's bare.

Despair
sounds very out there
wailing by the wall
and there's always something else to see
when you think you've seen it all.

No man is an Alcatraz is what Donne should have said
we think we're self sufficient but we're locked inside our head
and the tide of time will drown out rhyme
plotting course and to be led
halfway around the seven seas
to a
dead reckoning in bed.