( RE Broughton )
A five years old child is playing beads with
a thinker
Beads with a thinker-if you please
The minister of data feels like getting high
Looks down on you people thru' the holes
in both his eyes-outside
A tired and gaudy woman is looking for a manger
Somewhere women can be
If you mean to say that you don't know why
you hurt someone a mother cries
I'm shot to pieces nerves ends dangling
then I'll come on like the Boston Strangler
I'm not alone in this place never gets past
the tears on a face
Everybody trying to help me like they're
trying to win a race
She said she loved me , that was delightful
but she never really saw me
so come and get your eyefulLook into my
mirror, everyone's a mirror
Does it make you warm or does it make you shiver
Come back flow-Here and now-It's where we grow