Plush carpet versus plimsole shoes
Large antique desk and me in short trews
Crew cut hair and snotty nose
Scabby knees and raggedy clothes
Lay people sitting down
Caring, yet put-on frowns
A social worker reads her report
Anxiety begins its choke
They talk as if they know me well
I send them all to an imaginary hell
It’s fight or flight that’s in my mind
Oh, why oh why is life unkind
So, I stand and shout and shout and swear
Scatter their desk and throw my chair
‘Fuck you all, you don’t know me’
From grabbing hands, I try to break free
I wriggle and turn and squirm and struggle
Is it life or me that’s nowt but trouble
So it’s off to the residential home I go
To which end I could not know
A new beginning is what they said
A complete mess is what they made