An unemployed poet
I once met a fly and I want you to know
That I tried to say bye but i couldn't let it go
I was just sat on my bed, singinf the blues
When this dot flew past humming the tume
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For half a century
He was head over heels and as loyal as a dog
Now he's an aficionado to addiction
A zealot to feelings
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This country is a state
Well Gorton is anyway
The city council say; It'll be ok
when we regenerate
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We all get the blues
Even babies get the blues!
But not them nor you
Ever get or have got the blues
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A claim concieved in falsehood
And continued in deceit
Did you understand that the asseration
Would be the end of you and me?
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