I live in a place called Thompson Two,
Where all is battered and nothing new.
This goes quite well with the people here,
Whose minds are all entwined with fear.
We fear the outside; it’s tough to cope
Without the aid of a form of dope.
For some it’s H, coke or speed;
For some it’s arson, a perverted deed.
One is a vandal; another a queen.
One tried murder; another’s just mean.
And some just didn’t think their worth
Deserved to remain on this good earth. »Read More