The Middle's Dropped Out

 

And they move with precision
And they’re not listening

To you or by one else
You’ve known

And there’s a man
A throw’s distance

Asking for a pittance
And it doesn’t even rate

As an unpleasant
Episode

The middle’s come out
It’s been gobbled up

And although they didn’t want it
How they benefit from it

And although they hate him
They can’t stop what they’re making

Can’t doubt their own importance
To the future of us all

And I'm walking through their streets
Their children throwing tantrums on the ground

◄ I found his library card the other day

Dinner ►

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Robert C Gaulke

Wed 24th Apr 2019 11:00

Cheers!

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