Gloria Gloom - Matching Mole

Like so many of you

I’ve got my doubts about how much to contribute

To the already rich among us

How long can I pretend that music’s more relevant

Than fighting for a socialist world

Someone watching us, knows I’m bad

Black plastic along blue-black wall

Small square of places

Where dead men can look through

Run along and see the prison bar

Throw a stone across an empty road

You and your friend will be found

Outside the daydream

I’ve woken up to watch you sleep