alpha to oh me god

 

alpha to oh me god

to poor to drop out

to poor to fail

needed the money

there on the nail

never went down

did not exeat 

never went to college

i was what they called a twat

language language 

mother always said

neatness counts 

earn your daily bread

to poor a reader 

to read this or that

a bit of school poetry

a proper twat

mother mother

language said 

but i was out with the boys

or sleeping it off in bed

i was going i am going

but i knew not where

time passed in a blur 

without a care

in the world of work

thoughts stood on the brink

the days passing 

no need to think

for out with boys

was a closed world 

and then there were girls

an opening world

now a long time as passed

and i am there at last 

looking back over it all

it’s all in the past

there was no future

in the future of youth

now there is no past

at this moment of truth

and the moral of it all

i still do not know

i knew not then

and i know not now

you silly cow

you bloody twat

is moral enough

and that is that 

or that was that 

for what else there was 

i never discovered 

but I bet someone has

to poor to die

to poor and pale

still need the money

there on the nail

to bury me right 

to bury the past away

for on this last goodnight 

there is no more to say