The Tube

They have their houses, I have the tube

I have a grip, they have a grip; it’s the same

but that’s where the difference ends

and the similarities begin

We eat, we cry we are loonies upstairs

We shed, we try and tell little white lies

And when it’s all over we like to have a bath

Am I talking to you yet?

You lied (again) over that thing

and thought nobody knew

that you kept it hidden from view

Am I talking to you yet?

Across the seas you paddled in that boat

where dead people float and the sharks await

those who lied again and again and again

over such a little trivial thing

Am I talking to you yet?

We knew you’d come round in the end

Now it’s all over we can all have a bath

until the next thing

Am I talking to you yet?

We spent a whole night thinking about it

and we realised that you are not to blame

so there is no need to live in shame

over such a trivial little thing

Am I talking to you yet?

You know that thing? The one thing we know?

Well that’s not all we know about you

and the other things

Am I talking to you yet?

You’re bad but not a terrorist at least not yet

But those other things tell us

its not uncountable for this to add up

We know about these things

Am I talking to you yet?

We know that in a former life you were a star

Am I talking to you yet?

2020 Andrew Watkins

Published by Andrew Mark Watkins

Self-taught artist and writer

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