One and one two.
Two and two four.
That’s what we’re used to.
Nothing more.
Too many supply chains
One thing‘s no more.
People with pains
pinned to the floor.
So watch your step
from arrival to departure.
Your space can be swept
replacing furniture with future.
Or is it the other way round?
Be tough when you leave.
Don’t make a sound.
Steal before you believe.
Something’s gone wild.
I can’t believe what I said.
I’m just a solitary child
wishing everybody dead.