Sugar.

Sugar.

If feeling is everything,

Sing the song

Lead with the heart

Not that it matters

A wit or a why for.

When it comes to counting

The cost

Of farewell

Or the lack of a penny

In your pocket

Find a pin to prick

The bubble

Squeeze your toothpaste

From the bottom

Use the whole lot up

Save a stitch

In time

Thank your lucky sixpence

The one your granny saved

With a few pennies

At the bottom

Of an old jam jar

She thought

A lot about you

But knew little

Of fringe benefits

Hedge funds

And inflation.

Privatise water

It will never run dry

Who said that?

They sold us out

For the gravy.

Whistle down a coal shaft

Winch up a hero

Lay your life down

Here

On the dotted line

It means what it says

In the fine print,

Be slapped in the face

With a wet glove

Take the challenge.

A cold wind

Leaves a stain

As bloody as a fatty steak

The smell of rot

On a bleak day

When the wind stalls

In the doldrums

Leaving everything

Hanging

On a promise

Of old friends

And family reunions.

Get-togethers

Around the piano,

Did they ever happen

Outside

Of your imagination

Perhaps it doesn't matter

When the song

In your heart

Is always the same.