( RE Broughton )

A five years old child is playing beads with

a thinker.

Beads with a thinker-if you please.

The minister of data feels like getting high.

Looks down on you people thru' the holes

in both his eyes-outside.

A tired and gaudy woman is looking for a manger.

Somewhere women can be.

If you mean to say that you don't know why

you hurt someone a mother cries.

I'm shot to pieces .nerves ends dangling

then I'll come on like the Boston Strangler.

I'm not alone in this place never gets past

the tears on a face.

Everybody trying to help me like they're

trying to win a race.

She said she loved me , that was delightful

but she never really saw me

so come and get your eyeful.Look into my

mirror, everyone's a mirror.

Does it make you warm or does it make you shiver.

Come back flow-Here and now-It's where we grow.