The horrid and the florid skin, the
Wait until ten am for
Open doors, we first
Have janitorial duties to perform
I keep seeing the same
People, in a foreign land an' all
The dispossessed
Marginalised is another word
That appeals
Brittania, this land of
Late shop, dyestuffs and transport
For the chemical industry
Now the harmonica appears, will we have
Entertainment?
Will we be building for an affordable future?
Dunno'
But the jitters have started
It's the drink talking
This globetrotter is
Well out of here
The plating industry is a
Good example of the need for
Human communication
I consider my location at
This time and that of a
Friend
Five hundred miles high
Another friend
Two hundred miles south
Good for them
Good for them
An all day breakfast, tastes like a breakfast
That has been stood there all day too...
An exchange of looks
We inhabit for now, a
Land of commercial forwarders
This chip and pin don't
Always work proper
The button-up legs on Kappa
Tracksuit bottoms eases
The burden, right palm over left dorsum
Left palm over right dorsum
These sweat under latex
The electrical warehouse reminds
One of home
Reminds one of the
Stealing of hearts