No less angry now than if a tomorrow never came

losing the plot
only to find
I was not in
the game

**** the blame
I take it on the chin

you
don't let me in
you
are keeping me down
you
blew away my house
in an industrial town
and
what the ****
have we got anymore?

Service industries that only serve industries.

Where does it end?
Is life just the sub-plot
for the ways I must mend?

How long to keep praying
keep paying
keep saying,
I'm sorry?


Dead on my feet,
but there are things
I must do
people to meet
and find the *******
who killed my street
in an industrial
town.

less angry now and I'm down with it
realising this world is full of ****
time to do my own little bit
in this stinking rotten mess.