Day 221 of 366

News in this city

breaks without pity

Long after the war has ended

we're still in fatigues

 

Up against it

The higher you fly

the further you fall

Up against it

wondering why

we fought after all

 

Such a cold winter

with scenes as slow as Pinter

Synchronise your watches

There's still time to kill

 

Up against it

Drinking this swill

to sweeten the pill

Up against it

The more that it hurts

the less that it works

 

Wrapped in nostalgia

to queue for a show

Back to Trafalgar

One kiss then I'll go

 

So deep in quicklime

the bones of an old crime

I knew a man who raked them over

He's still suffering

 

Up against it

Buried so deep

it gives me the creeps

Up against it

The longer you hate

the more that it grates

Up against it

Look left then right

and run for your life

 

The more that it hurts

the less that it works

 

 

 

Done