Red wine and tan lines

colour our differences.

You feel less satisfied

the more that you acquire.

Black cabs and bar tabs

to help you get away.

You feel quite justified

to feed your magpie's eyes.



You'll be happy

when you're willing to share.



Worn holes in old clothes.

Wait for the hand-me-downs.

Tethered, tangled and tied

the suit that fits too tight.

Hide behind the breadline.

Hunger howls our pockets dry.

It should cripple your pride

to know others won't survive.



We'll be happy

when we're willing to share.



Gather the right minds,

and slowly through time,

all the right minds,

(ignoring patience that we lack)

will inform the new minds,

and likely in kind,

all the new minds,

will in turn replace the old.



We won't change you easily.

Wait, ideals will be replaced.



Red wine and tan lines

colour our differences.

An economic divide

this doesn't suit me fine