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At 6 o’clock he met the shore
Like some child-hood friend who’d been exposed to civil war
Who didn’t know him anymore
three’s a crowd but four’s a bore.
Back a few more blocks there was a kid
a carbon copycat with whiskers on his bib
sat unaware to what he did
teach a toddler how to live..
/We are so unaligned/
And with the tide came Tennents tins,
a wake of heartburn and the trunk he’s buried in.
He wrote a note without a pen
to teach the toddler how to swim
/You are so uninspired/
I met an ego with the straightest smile who bribed his kids to keep them in line
he said, “Your friend’s a sign of the times, you people breed like high rise fires”
but where’s the industry of youth when all the factories work for you and single mums are left to cook
with saline seeping from the roof?
we’re just that pesky snaggle-tooth
yellow and chipped from penny chews
and what we do, we don’t for you
Cause all we wanted was the truth.