When I am mad I feel like hitting out
At the lies that bind me
At the ties that confound me
Hitting out is my primal instinct maybe
Maybe I should be more clever and cunning you see
Our manouevre the people out flanking me
Hit the sand and the beach around the sea
Love is fragile and hate is tough
Comedy is hard and action is rough
We try to entertain you but have you had enough
We are all toy soldiers labouring to make our dough
Poems for Kush 