This beer here is cruel
The oven is on full,
The chips are overcooked,
The lights are…
I see waifs and strays took in off the streets.
A virus - the likes no one has ever seen.
The blue blood seeps it's weakened life out of
this vein of strife.
I remind myself…
The world is still there...
Is this the start of a nanny internation,
Or is this the start of real degradation.
Our prime minister, health secretary & chief medical advisor all have it.
This holds the name of beer.
But, we have no reason to cheer…
Yet, I stress.
I am stressed, yes.
I don't know what to do.
We don't know what to do.