Chris Leermakers

(13/10/1974 / Melbourne, Australia)

ONE DAY


Funny Little Bureaucrats
Little Pencil Pushers
Little Funny Aristocrats
What's It All Worth
A Dollar Today
Tomorrow Thank You
What Did You Say
Oh Sorry, Bless You
Twisting Words Of Logic
They Think They Sound Alright
But One Day, The Nightmares Cry
All Through The Night
They Think That They Are Lonely
They Think That They're Alright
Whatever Happened To Homely
And I'm Out Of Sight
Public Servants
Servants For The Public
Public Nuisance
Funny Republic
But Woh, Hang On
Just Like Everything Else
Good And Bad
We Wind Up Sad
Then Perhaps Glad
Because
If There Is No Glad
Then Everyone Is Mad...

Submitted: Monday, June 24, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, June 25, 2013

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