Rock Bottom

There's pot holed road full of good intentions
That leads to a castle if you follow its direction
If you're seeking asylum, it's a path well-trodden

It won't get better till it hits rock bottom. As the dead cat bounces, the fruit turns rotten
We lost sight of what we have in common. A finite life in an abyss, where's the bottom

Maybe a friend will be good enough to mention
You're a worthy cause with the right credentials
The good old boys club still in action

In quiet disbelief there's a hush around town
Nobody seems happy to see the clown
Rabid sound-bytes seem to bring us down



Credits
Writer(s): Cyril Curnin
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