How strange to see you
Bright as a shiny squirrel
I bump into you from time to time
You’ll be paying a visit to the council flat you hardly ever live in
In your made to measure suit and shiny spectacles
In your silk tie
In a hurry to pick up something and leave again
With that distant smile
And your mild gaze
Then it’s back to your desk
Where you hold a gold pen
Where you shuffle paper about and answer calls
And then get the rush hour train back to your place in the suburbs, at a guess.
Someone said that you work for the government. A political party. I get the impression of someone taking advantage of the cheap council rent and saving a lot of money. I find it a bit distasteful because of the housing shortage for ordinary people, and you involved in politics too.
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