A hundred
Thousand
Million ways
A million gold
coins in the bank
Or
Stuffed into their
clean-as-shit mattress
Stockpiled riches
but hey
They worked hard
for it
Up at dawn and a 10
hour
6 day week
hey man
Stop being so
bitter
A hundred thousand
Million ways for
them to spend it
And where does it
all go
Into the walls
The floors
Wardrobes and
fixings
A diamond fucking
shoe rack for all I know
It’s not my area of
expertise
And the Polish
builders grind
And crack and saw
and bang
And bang
And god
Knows
What else
For months on end
With not a fucking
word of hello
From the upper
class pirates
Too busy guarding
their booty
Though we’ve had
glimpses here
And there now
And then
White bread
Plain as balls
Nothing to them at
all
A hundred
Thousand
Million ways to
live their life…
Sometimes you just
look at someone
And think
Man, at least smoke
a fucking joint.