In the three room flat
The one door opens soft
To the sounds of feet of silence
And someone's muffled cough
A burst of light erupts now
The kitchen is in flower
The kitchen is in bloom
You can see their faces barely
In the tiny smoke filled room
And the water's on for tea now
The toast is on the heat
The butter melts in magic
Of the soggy cream of wheat
The parents smoke their ciggies
Wrapped in their euphoria
Coughing to the sound
Of water that's boiled over
And a student walking round
The paper sits alone and
Yes, the breakfast's over
Yes, the day's begun
A battle lost is frequently
A battle never won
For the child is running softly
Down beyond the street
You can hear his parents muttering
And coughing in their sleep
As the cigarettes and coffee
Tea stains on the floor
The sounds of beds in motion
To the tune of "Nevermore"
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