Belfast
You were brought up like a boy,
but now you think your life's a pill.
With its love for yourself,
ticking to its timeless soundtrack.
You point the finger
as you carry the flag.
I don't pay attention.
Do you like the dust we breathe?
Do you recommend yourself
to my gentle senses?
I feel wasted.
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