Netting Webbing Poem by duncan neill

a trinket, a gem, a moment,
giggle, wiggle, higgle, piggle,
what is it all about,
in or out,
once your on the bus you never get off,
if you do you were never really on it yeah,
dare,
so while the fire's still burn down the green lanes,
wheels still turn,
then in our hearts we can claim a peice of freedom,
see them,
hear a note which is struck,
agree to differ,
each to their own,
thrown another bone,
from the rich mans table,
put the good blood in his stable,
fables of lost time,
so who's life is a crime,
where ever, what ever,
takes alsorts,
longs and shorts,
mad bad and the really smelly,
hypnosis, see it on the telly,
jack hardgreives to the lottery,
moving free, moving far,
another sold car,
another old star,
winking, blinking,
dribbiling, stinking....