6 0 clock and all is well x

Sighing into a paper bag as 6 0 clock loomed larger.

That’s what i was doing officer Prada.

I stay well out of the way of designer high Street sales now.

That i insure my car with Saga.


At 6 0 clock they wheel me to a window with a view.

There i see along with the other picked out special few.

What they want us to see.

A sight for sore eyes through a window of lies.

Until everybody dies.