never

like an old decommissioned navy pier,
or eighties sex club,
or the engine room of the titanic,
they’ve had there day

this is a sight for sore eyes,
clearing a decade's worth of pigeon shit,
its a dirty job but someone’s got to do it,
it is a brave soul who can triumph through
this kind of heart brake, a brave soul i tell you

just when the body politic, bourgeois,
joe or jane citizen says that life sucks,
people wish the worst for us all because we're in ruins,
because we try, but the world readily proves people wrong,
just when we think it is hopeless, harbingers of good luck appear
at our doorstep, i couldn't afford not to do it, give up hope? never