do you wanna take a walk on me to see what things and what things could be?
I walk on the blind side of the inside men
hide from the mob,
got a job, workshy?
passing by and seeing no reason why to stop
I carry on and I carry on my shoulders the weight
of all the World.
Seemingly dreamy I dream on quite seamlessly
but am aware of my surroundings and grounded
in the arts.
Capital in the Capital City.
In the snow and sleet down at Threadneedle Street
the old lady counts up the coins in her purse,
not sure if it’s bad but it certainly gets worse.
Defaults on the mortgage repayments
tonight we will sleep on the
do you wanna have that talk with me and hear what things and what things could be?
© 2017, John Smallshaw.