When you C
I do something better
then you F-
eel its my job to squiggle and squirm
my way through to doing it fine,
it could be yours to do just the same.
And when living U was the
matter to hand,
U clearly planned far more
than U ever let on.
Only now do I realise exactly how much.
Only now do I realise my suspicions were written
on walls which U built to hurt me so cruel:
a gruel of the POVerty
a gruel of the hurt.