You must do more
In these endless days of dim delight
For those who watch watches
Then shake heads at lost profits
Crossed out and taken aside
Screened, whipped told to do more
For across the sea many await
To take the place of the broken
They fail to release the frozen coin,
These misers of monotone misery
Who unshackle pens and sign the deed
At the behest of the gorging masters
Indignant October cheques are sent
Far less now for their steel horses
Who sit riderless in concrete stables
Paid for by the six fifty club