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You mocking bird, you singing humming bird
You sky scraper and letter shedder
You dismaying of lives, your swimming pools of lean machines
Working like a robot
Punching numbers and symbols
And somewhere a daughter weeps for when it touched her land, her cry for wheat nothing left but the cusp shell of it in her bread bin
The symbol tapper buys a Gucci Bag, he burys a diamond into her drink
Clink clink and Salud
I think of prison sometimes travelling on a boat gazing the lights at night
Uber clipper
I wonder is the adrenalin they feel a real heartbeat
Our youth giggle wearing leather trench coat near by me
She's you know ''the crazy lady'' they giggle it increases as I frown a playful frown
Hearing the rivulets of a Robin now, red of breast
As much as my mothers husband escape from Westminster postcode. At the canape party that laid my fate... passing tuna with a tiny slice of cucumber ontop a puff pastry, I laughed at that
Now the community whispers and sighs. (A mental hospital)
I think as waves of river wish the dreams aside the boat
Tis' not I needing the hot rooms and rest place, injection in butt
Those that get up and lean into working, healing, evolving countrys and contintent
To sit steeped in phone or tablet punching symbols punching numbers
To never set a foot there, if so; no dust would ever form on underarch
In grave will they reach dead arm to tap on coffin requesting price of the oak or simply sing
Like mocking bird, like humming, like Robin
With them we who provide fly.
