It was diced with vodka shots

Laced in tears

Permutated throughout the day

With fag ends

Cluttering the day

               

Who saw the death of C. R.M coming your way.

 

His hand on the bus pass

Pushing in front of the cue

Making his way to a destination

Undesirable   to you

 

Took himself to a coffee stop       

With no thought to drink

Just to take a child’s life away

Similar to the one he missed

 

Who saw the death of C.R.M coming your way.