round every corner's a food bank

but what about people like me?

my table creaks with provisions,

I'm never short of salmon for tea

its a love bank my heart needs

somewhere to nourish my soul,

fill my breast with fondant fancies

its been far too long on the dole

I dream of hot charitable staff

eager women dressed to kill,

piling my basket with promise

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