Tea on the balcony is forever scalding hot
and seagulls fly past eating leftover fish and chips
what memories does one store in their forgetmenot box
I tried bacon with eggs but the salad refused its dressing
Obscene words conveyed a blessing on big business men in suits
And working class people built sky scraper pyramids
Whilst pertinant property developers fiddled and burned
I find it hard to work out whether it is raining or shining
so I asked the local current affair program to set me straight
I became very depressed with their answer about death and war
City scandals gathered together at Town Hall for compulsory voting
Politics confuses me as I always though Democracy was for individuals
Boy was I wrong so i went back to skool to learn how to write
Now I Know everything for teacher made me Dux of my class
And I revelled in praise and an article was written on me
for I wore fame well in my pappazzi glass house...
who cares if I took drugs or had an erotic episode
It was all in the pictures for my fans to keep and see
One day I might write a true auto biography about my imaginary life
Silver trophy winner
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