I'd stand and take
and shake your hand,
I'm no germ carrier and seldom cus,
but I'm reeling
from the feeling
there's a barrier between us
You're black and I'm white
You're right,
but that's not it,
you dipshit
We're in deep shit
as we sit either side
of a reinforced Perspex divide,
you on yours
me your ten past nine,
your plan for my future
doesn't tally with mine
Sign? on the dotted line?
Here, take twenty years,
what do I care?
To retire on sickness benefit,
as I slowly lose my hair
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