(Oi, oi, oi) – Look at the boy!
Without ID, …only fourteen
Fourteen is ‘twice’ perfection
But “reality” allows rejection

So, so, so lost to a political scheme
‘An extra cost’ heading downstream
Confused in a used & abused nation
In a costly situation, sold by inflation

A pit, an explicit sadness in the mist
— ‘Who said misery does not exist?’
The sold politician sells his lies to fix
But ‘fantasy and suffering’ don’t mix

How can this vanish from the head?
Stop the lotto! – The motto is bread
Cash is no problem, but the solution
Bottom ask of corruption’s pollution

The world grows by night
No beating! No cheating!
(He glows) …to his delight
The politicians are sleeping

© Ricardo Sexton