Live Well for Lez
Four men standing along the border
drinking pints of petrol with countless
sweeteners
They’ve done that since the start
- I need to leave
find a murky river to scrub off my sins
and to rinse my glass
The sun only rises once a day
My faith has fallen twice already
Writing nonsense painted to be poetry
Listen to the nobles of this
ravaged country
Let them take more and more
Plug in more cables and transfer
hope along borders
Maybe then things will be different -
And one of the men comes up to me
Launches a fist at my face
Says this is lez country, don’t interfere
No one needs your polluting rhetoric here
And so I walk down the boundary
Maybe things will be cheaper there
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