The Ballad of Trim Tab Jim

I love you my lonely
I want to breathe in your breath
I want you to love me
Love me to death

The ship of state
Is a mighty thing
The crew awakes
Alarm clock morning chorus fills the air
Down every street
And everywhere
Draws the people to their feet

Like a phantom limb
On Greenwich Hill
Sits Trim Tab Jim
With a plumb-line hanging still

I am I am I am I am I am I am I am I am
I am I am I am

Around the system dull
People swarm like flies
And their air is thick with their stifled cries
With one ear to the ground
A song can be heard
A world weary waltz and a mantra discerned:

We want out
We want in
We want out
And we will win

Society
Is a complex beast
And it falls apart
As the power shifts to the East

Trim Tab Jim
Meditates
On how all such things
Always come to those who wait

I am I am I am I am I am I am I am I am
I am I am I am

In a public square
A crowd starts to form
Their banners demanding Land Reform
And then a chant starts to build
As slow as it's sure
A strange little triptych
Truthful and pure

We want out
We want in
We want out
And we will win

You see the twitch of a Trim Tab
Creates a pressure differential
That calls on the rudder to bend to its will
That the fulcrum was oiled
Is worthy of mention
Now the ship's stately captains all start to look ill

With the spirits of ages communed in his mind
The force of his mantra feels a push from behind

Trim Tab Jim feels a finger twitch
As the refugees find the elites on their knees

And the plumb-line falls into a bin
As the early morning raids begin