October Lament

Impecuriousity Social involution My religiosity Isn’t my solution Get me out of unrest Let me kneel and pray I shall pay with interest On a better day Lend me a mercy of your God Put me back in line For my amateurish nod Pour me some wine I don’t mind manipulations If its good for me Take away my old frustrations Drink my packet tea Take some bucuits in my cupboard Tell me of my troubles What I can’t, or can afford I shall blow that bubbles Just to see them flying over In the skies of grey Isn’t it a mean October? Next time I shall pay.