I wanna be a lumberjack

I wanna…..be a lumberjack, and climb the theatre to the final posting

Where I will be able to make the rent but not the food bills

So I will starve for the roof over my head

Which shelters me from the rain, but not

The festive cheer of the neighbours who

Yell through the walls and make life sensitively

Firm and not like other people, they do not own their

Property either so they must go without rent

In order to feed themselves, for it is about

Time I went to the foodbank….

 

Copyright Bruce E Saunders 2016