Busy Town

Suburban streets filled with baseball hats People living in suburban flats Cobweb shops filled with queues People rushing round wearing out shoes They are all rushing by No one sees me cry Car in jams at intersections On corners people taking collections Suburban garages filled with little cars And people smoking big cigars Archways hanging over loos While cars pass in lines of twos People pass with blind eyes Telling stories in their sighs Parking meters in military lines Traffic wardens handing out fines Suburban underground thoroughfares Factories smoking skyward airs Crowded corporation buses Corner fish ‘n’ chips shops selling husses Dozens of stuff collared shirts Caught up in office works Poor Porter on the trains Trying to help passengers who complain The busy town ignores All who live in there It turns its back On old and young And keeps its song Hidden away and unsung (date written unknown)