Service

Why do you have a cloud in your eye?

Walked downstairs

Got my hat and my corny brown leather jacket

Streets were grey and clean for a change

Must have been the rain

Thought transference

And this man in digs with me would spit out

Two or three teeth a night on the floor

Winter is here, unlike yourself

Cold, pulled my shirt up

Service

Kicked the leaves

Learning about time

Time of the vulperines

Time of the wolverines

They sit rotting, the leaves

Kick the brown branches, it is here

I came home and found I could say the word "entrepreneur"

And my problem began

Service

(Every man wants to be what he is not.)

At my feet, one who laughs at anything

And at my head, one that laughs at nothing

And I'm just in-between

This day's portion

Service

(You would not like it if you knew it)

(Why you have tears in your eyes from infotainment?)

Winter is here

I've got a witch on my left shoulder

My future's here

Now I will kick the broken branches

They're this day's portion of this day's portion

Didn't want to wake up and learn

I've learnt the word 'entrepreneur"

Wandered around, found out

Didn't want to say the word, roll it around in your mouth

Every man jack wants to be what he is not

Service

Little boys are taking over

They mumble through the grass

There are not fit to be in the company of vulperines and wolverines

Too many heads knocking about

Service

This day's portion, this day's portion

Why do you have a cloud in your eye from infotainment?