Message - Triangle

Sitting on a clothes peg Just like a child in school, Counting grains of sand, And wondering, What to do? His life is now just busses, trains, And clocks from nine, till four, There's four of them, and one of her, And she is at the head of all, Of him, of her, of you! Of him, of her, now of you! Now of you! She is in the middle As always on the string, Making things that easy for Her puppets, and her things, She calls the roll, and pulls the chain That makes the centre move And that centre always moves the way, The way she wants it to, For him, for her, for you! For him, for her, now for you! Now you! You are on the outside Just want to look around. And see the way that people live All covered up in glue! And try to find the things you've missed Alone with your cobwebs, Counting them like grains of sand, Hoping once to understand, For him, for her, for you! For him, for her, now you! Now you! (Tom McGuigan)