Prejudice Is Fun

Through the Venetian's I spy the world The well dressed lady on the way to work An accountant or banker I guess The man in the green parka and jeans I reckon he's a barber or painter of sorts A car goes past with dubious occupants They're here to case out the houses no doubt Burglars or robbers or just wrong doers The world is there to be judged by me Decisions made with no substance to back Imagination in overdrive It's great thinking like this Prejudice is fun