Sunday, 12 November 2017

Washing Day


Don’t make no difference
To me
There’s a train
With your name on

Take your council ticket
You’ve come so very far
But it’s time to go home now
To the land of bruise and

Scars behind the door behind the screams
Behind the house behind the dreams of youth
Violently wrenched when we didn’t listen

But listen
Seat 43 Carriage G
Sit there
The quiet zone
No speaking
No volume

The real rain has come
And we’re doing
Some
Social cleansing
And we reckon
You
Need a wash

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