It's not as if I wanted any thing
I didn't ask for a thing
I just liked my life
My mam and dad
And never feeling sad.

I remembered 'Clapton is God'
Sprayed all over the wall ~
Of a Conservative town hall
but nothing changed
Money had its way
And everything had to have a purpose.

My friends;
Some stayed the course
Others committed suicide
Before they were hardly alive 
Most scraped by
But occasionally looked up
At the sky
And knew what they were missing.

 I enjoyed listening to music
And drinking. I tried other drugs
But booze and blues
Just rhymed for me. 

I tried to make art out of words
Always ended up feeling a bit of a fakir
Empty and absurd, sans a magical twang,.
Taking deep breaths and staying alive. .