The boys kiss the boys
And the girls kiss the girls
As the race grows old.
The horse with the brown
And Billy won't slow down
Whilst the beers are cold.
The grown ups are the kids
And the kids watch the porn
As the swing stays still.
Daddy drinks with friends
And mummy takes the pill
That makes the eggs feel ill.
The screen lights the face
Whilst the fingers tap the board
And the person dies.
The sunshine glows alone
And the air is full of flies
As we trade goodbyes.
It's a sky perfect day today
Planes are striping the blue in celebration.
Beside the lake where the shopping trollies float
Where the oil makes a rainbow
And the tin cans make a moat
I breathe in the loss,
And feed the daily bread,
To the ducks.