Through The Window

Through the window I viewed a seedy underworld
Squatters and addicts, the lifeless and legless
Dealers and pushers, the hopeless and homeless

Through the window I viewed a foreboding church
Dwindling parishioners in two's and three's
Preparing for prayers on their knees

Through the window I viewed seekers of asylum
Out of the frying pan and into the fire
Their previous lives now a funeral pyre

Through the window I viewed static traffic
There's no rush in a Mancunian rush hour
Frustrated commuters with faces so sour

Through the window I viewed a future soap star
A demonstrative teenager acting the fool
Playing to an audience to and from school

Through the window I gazed into my future
I saw no happiness from this point of view
Without ceremony I left for pastures new

A Day Like Mine

I woke up this morning and found myself in bed
Surreal dreams of custard creams were filling up my head
Flew down a flight of light brown stairs
Then slipped on slippers with pictures of bears

Made a cup of coffee, or was it a mug of tea?
Who knows? who cares? it's all the same to me
Didn't put toast in the toaster as it was still bread
It came out burnt, I've never learnt, so I stayed un-fed

Spent some time watching Bad News TV
I would've gone out but couldn't find my key
Combed my teeth then brushed my hair
And pondered life and why it's not fair

As my key turned up, the rain came down
Walked to the shop, got wet, wore a frown
Shop man said, "What's up with your face?"
"My business isn't yours", I said, that put him in his place

Shuffled back to an empty abode
Alarm went off as I'd forgotten the code
Recalled it just as my neighbour went mad
"Chillax!", I said, "Don't be so sad!"

I stared at the walls, but they never say much
They need a lick of paint, well maybe a touch
My phone rang, "Have I got PPI?"
No, I haven't, must be living a lie

Time for my shift when I become Billy Whizz
Donned the safety shoes and the ubiquitous high-viz
Drove to my work in an old black car
Got there on time, it's not that far

Time to go home, then "Time For Bed!"
Zebedee said that, he was a spring with a head
Another day done, my life's such a blast!
Wish it'd slow down though, it's going too fast!

Heartless

Could you steal all their love
If they gave you their all?
Would you tear out their heart
With their back against a wall?

Could you keep up pretence
When their tears haven't dried?
Would you leave them exposed
With nowhere to hide?

Could you hurt their feelings
If you knew they couldn't cope?
Would you fill them with lies
Then give them false hope?

Could you ask them to meet
Then meet someone stronger?
Would you spiral them into oblivion
When you wanted them no longer?