Better world, where is the better world
I’m down chained to the earth with no beauty around
and I dream about
white pages and black india ink
and a bench in acacia hedge garden
but no
it all belongs to the queen
and I belong on the street
on the pavement which belongs to the nation
and I smoke my cigarette under the foggy sky
because I can
but what am I going to do
what am I going to do
when the state say
‘you can’t smoke on the sidewalks anymore’?
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