and i'm off again to walk the beat
pound concrete floors for the elite
stop folks from stealing owt to eat
a thing to sell, so they can, survive
to fund a habit, cos they're deprived
no real joy left in their shattered lives
and on it goes and on so do i to earn
weary, aching, but trying, just to learn
an old lesson one last time, cos i yearn
to leave this rigmarole behind, to thrive
reconnect with nature and feel truly alive
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