I may have to acquire another course of antibiotics.

I may have to acquire another course of antibiotics.

Play me a song

On your matchwood guitar

I am the only one

Waiting to hear you

These are strange days

To be standing on corners

With an empty case

I have no cash

To fund a stash

To help you buy some blow

As far as I know

You should be at school

I am nobody’s fool

But beneath that big coat

You don’t look

Old enough to vote

Even if you wanted too

If you did

Perhaps things would

Be much better

Children are idealists

I guess they can afford to be

When the worst thing

To happen

Was a scolding

At their mother’s knee

Or back in the day

The slap of a hand

When my dad was angry

He didn’t stop to think

Once he had a drink

Violence

Brought the world

To the brink

Of destruction

Things your children

Should not see

Before they grow older

My little soldier

If you had a tap card

Machine

I could pay

It would be easier that way

To make a living

Baby boomers

Just keep on giving

For all their faults

They are only human

Some were new men

Before they knew the difference

In the stars

Between Venus and Mars

Was still worth

The effort in

Travelling

Play me a song

I don’t have too long

At the end of a day

There is a curfew

On older people

Today it is me

Bedecked in

The privilege

Of wealth

And good health

Tomorrow

It might well be you.