Skip, hope , jump. Hop Hop Hop, A line in the sand
Over, under, falling down, growing stronger with every arm hug,
I am a man, I was a man.
To be someone who mattered.
Alone in a swimming pool filled with my own blood.
A disease of man, a chemical trail of stained linens.
Skip, hope, jump. Sink, sink, sink. A lorry in the canal.
And the children don’t even notice as they wash their dirty feet.