The worlds gone helter skelter
We're together in a shelter
And no one here is waiting
for a bus.

The world outside is screaming
The air we breath out here needs cleaning
I'm just smoking here and dreaming
what's the fuss.

There's trucks blow carcigenic smoke
From blowpipes that will make you choke
But it's ciggarettes that make you croke
Insight.

Your rightious and your PC eye
One day will grow a PC sty
But your blind already now bye bye
Who's right.

I'm smokin' ,walkin', talkin', Jokin'
In kitchens at parties that was provokin
But now they make me go and stand outside.
So what.

I don't complain, see their point of view
Which is more that I can say of you
If it's lonely you can join us too
Why not.

Copyright D W Smith 2007.


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