I took the road less travelled
Wading through blue pools of woe
Thursdays child has far to go
mired in halls of corridors
closed doors that slammed shut
on the information highway
liars peddle their wares
the child tied in tongues
and prejudiced bric a brac
riding high in self medicated circles
anchored by the kneading toddler
labelled and parcelled from room to room
delivered in fetid insanity to the gates
Stoned in heart , of foot and head
a journey counted in it's parts
of grief and poverty a plenty
swirling masses to obstruct the way
Wading through blue pools of woe
Thursdays child has far to go
mired in halls of corridors
closed doors that slammed shut
on the information highway
liars peddle their wares
the child tied in tongues
and prejudiced bric a brac
riding high in self medicated circles
anchored by the kneading toddler
labelled and parcelled from room to room
delivered in fetid insanity to the gates
Stoned in heart , of foot and head
a journey counted in it's parts
of grief and poverty a plenty
swirling masses to obstruct the way