Who Works The Weather?
Who Works The Weather?

Who Works The Weather?

Honey Dear, if the sun is in your eyes,
I’ll steal the shade to keep the staple things in life ‑
There are many up here who think its over,
Choking on their beer as it instigates tears: low and Be-Holed.

Honey Dear, when the country’s undermined,
There’s a moral duty to smash the steel behind that complacent smile…
Well, staring into your beer won’t make the weather clear – no no no !

Honey Dear, what’s to be done, it can be done!
I’d gladly sell your begging bowl
To put a brick in the mouth that grates on and on.

Honey Dear, take the sticks and stones with the froth and the foam ‑
Cornered beasts would do anything to keep control and everything they own.
There are many down here rolling in clover –
Skimming the cream off the Monetarist Dream and auctioning off the left-overs.

Honey Dear, we will get what we deserve:
Slaughtered daughters, castrated sons if we haven’t the nerve to pull a fast one, for
Honey Dear, there’s an Achilles Heel to the strong:
It’s called insolence, pride and arrogance,
And a crass belief that “We is never, never wrong.”

Where are the many thinking it over?
Stepping up a gear out of the Bondage of Fear?
Brollies to the fore, girls!
I can’t hear the thunder but I can feel the rain,
So do we just talk about the weather, merely hope it gets better?
No, no no!


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