Sometime Soon

I know it’s been said before but
I can’t fight this feeling anymore

Down stop. In a down stop. Be around stop.
Back in the telegraph days
It was STOP all the time
With letters to brothers sisters fathers and mothers
Telling stories about times troubles and lovers.
I wonder if they ever stopped to make it rhyme.
And if they carried it everywhere with them
reading it all of the time.

I know it’s been said before but
I can’t fight this feeling anymore.

Be around brother, sister, lover. Tell me about your day.
Back in dem schooldays
we were walking around saying dem sayings learning our ways.
And the ways of the world so young we could touch it
with our eyes, with our minds – the same 24hr garages and telly
and internet connected via your set top box detected
in your living room Entertainment hub. Soundbar blasting
Rueing some better days.

We walk around in a haze
We are blind to the ways
of the sinners that control us
and the ways they offload us
onto unsuspecting councils
and unsuitable houses
for living in and recuperating
for a moment sit down and take five
and all that it takes to stay alive.
I know it’s been said before but I can’t fight this feeling anymore.
I know it’s been said before but I can’t fight this feeling anymore.

And now for the finale
And guess what? I am going to STOP
and hand it over to you, to you

We walk around in a haze
We are blind to the ways
of the sinners that control us
and the ways they offload us
onto unsuspecting councils
and unsuitable houses
for living in and recuperating
for a moment sit down and take five
and all that it takes to stay alive.
I know it’s been said before but I can’t fight this feeling anymore.
I know it’s been said before but I can’t fight this feeling anymore.

So stand up for your right to say to them this isn’t right
and someone had better put it right someday soon.

 

They dump rubbish outside of my flat then ignore my telephone calls and emails. This is for them Muthas.

©2017 Andrew Watkins

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