Past the woman with the stupid grin and the twisted nose The drunk thinks she can charm you in and you'll give her loads She's lost on the road At the end of her life she is disowned in the lost not found with the crack-head he likes to push her around because he is also lost and was never found They are stumbling into a cul-de-sac while the rest of us gomarching on to the future without their kind thank heavens or anything you like thank yourself that youre not drunk stumbling unwisely blind thats not the answer the answer is more unkind the answer is we need a seismic shift in thinking we must get out of this hole we're in the whole nature thing the whole consumerist the pollutioner we cant afford no more to get pissed Its all to vacant the situation demands a prescence a whole ethos and not one thats a bloody mess we gotta think about everything start all over again
I like it. However I felt when you started the verse, "Thank Heavens..." it was almost became another poem completely. Maybe it's just me, but either way I like the flow of that first part about the chick and the guy. Good stuff.
