The smoking cloud
The choking in the mind
The meetings in foreign land
Cup of tea and merry go round
Year in year out
The old records keep playing
Is there anything new?
In our own backyard we forget
The smoking flames
It never goes away
The cronies know they can get
The immunity of unwritten code
We need a new broom
Clean up the mess in the mind
The smoking cloud merry go round
We choke ourselves forgetting the backyard
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