Coalition of One - Little Comets

Food banks spring open

Like jaws dropping in time

The weight of man is measured

By the depths of a carrier bag

I’m frozen for ages

The same faces the same scars

It’s a shame all our sages

Are rotten to the middle

Someone better tell me when the lights go out

So I know where I should hide

Someone better offer me their salient thoughts

On a welfare state denied

Someone better smother me in disregard

So I’ll make it through the night

And there’s so many people

That feel the same as I do

So don’t listen to your heart

Listen to your soul

Listen to your common senses

I’ve been battered like a storm

Been run into a wall

Been vaulted like a row of fences

Don’t be surprised

When those wide eyes

Drill a hole into the present tenses

You should cherish even more

The things that make us raw

Stay loyal to the consequences.

And There Are So Many People

That Feel Let Down

Like I Do.