Sometimes the simplest of questions can reveal a fascinating answer
Corridors too narrow, streets are too enclosed
Two places at once, how can we ever know
Going slow past the speeding cameras outside the school
A cigarette in your mouth and a look from a teacher
Who'll know that I can't abide
It's undeniably ironic when there's ten thousand needles, all you need's a spoon
The view through dust and particles on Quarry Hill
Ultra modern spire come chimney shining still
Watching the early morning news to see
If your report on the problems in the inner city is well received
But I cannot abide