Nobody listens & nobody sees
The afflictions that bring a man to his knees
He said as around the market he raced
And then loaded his car in the disabled space
Nobody cares, it's not cheap to be ill
He said it before, he's saying it still
As he sups up his beer and drags again hard
On his fag while he scratches a lottery card
I don't ask a lot, just what is my right
And my worries, they keep me awake in the night
He exclaimed and then belched and patted his belly
Before falling asleep in front of the telly
He murmured 'I think I may die in the night'
As chance would have it he was quite right
In spite, or because, of all he had said
When he woke up - he was dead
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