The children on the dark forgotten line br The line outside the side that has the dosh br The dosh that was intended for the stuff br the stuff of which there never is enough br br Enough to feed the ones that are not us br Enough to clip invested interests first br Enough to care but not to care enough br Enough, Enough, Enough, Enough, Enough br br I splattered on our boots and on the line br I spotted yours but you did not see Mine br I spotted Mine hung up there in a tree, with br eyes and nose and mouth and bits on me br br Almost anything is cheaper than a script br Almost any passing guilt will work the till br Almost any fool’s Reality will thrill br Almost anything you find puts 'content' in br br we click their laughing faces and move on br we satellite their trauma ‘round the world br we let our readers pick out which one dies br we leave them to starvation and to fliesbr br Sean Joycebr br