When I was young, my mother would say
Your life will be run by machines one day
along the way conversation will be lost 
no more talking is what it will cost
        
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        Oh I say! What a nerve, he came right through my door
I had to define, his house or mine? 
And were there any more
He went to work straight away
        
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        I'm just a bit of litter that goes by many names
I sometimes get called garbage but its all the same
It can be very hurtful when they call me a piece of toot
and give me no consideration when they crush me underfoot
        
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        While the world sleeps 
The poison that once ranthrough my veins 
Has ceased and I breath again
        
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        The Early Years
I recall the days in the village when we were just young kids
Together We popped tar bubbles in the road
and from our parents we hid
        
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                    Do You Know Him
                    
                     
Do you know him 
 
Looking 30 years beyond his age 
Not a hope of ever collecting a wage 
Matted hair and dirty skin 
More hair sprouting from his chin 
 
His cloths all torn with a pungent smell 
Where to next? , who can tell 
He treads the road day by day 
Looking for yet, another place to stay
 
Another night, another fix 
Another time, maybe at five maybe six 
He only needs to get the cash 
Houses by house he checks the window sash 
 
Shaking, trembling, he needs it now 
This will be the last I hear him vow 
Just one more house is all I need 
To buy the dope on which I feed 
 
He sees a car brush passed his heel 
A woman at the steering wheel 
He reads her eyes and studies her face 
He's not my son, He's a disgrace 
 
He watched as the car drove away 
The envy of most I have to say 
Towards the car he reached out his hand 
Help me Mother, you just don't understand
The car just sped along the way 
She really had no plans to stay 
Clear cut diamonds and designer attire 
He was no longer what she would desire 
 
He has now found a place to stay 
Linked at the wrists by a metal array 
Sits alone in a room to stare at the wall 
who comes to visit, ? no one at all, ! !
                

 
                    