Warning Bell

He was on his fifth martini,
Aiming for a strike.
Driving not an option
He should have brought a bike.
He sat alone in the corner
He slept alone in his bed
"I'm waiting for tomorrow morn"
Was the only thing he said.
Just another of God's children
Created by mistake
Should have been pulled from the conveyer belt
Before it was too late.
If only they'd let someone know
That he was really not so well.
But when they rang the warning bell
There was no-one left to tell.

She wore her smile a million times
For the millions who looked on.
She signed her name on toilet paper
For those who thought her life was fun.
She was wined and dined by princes
But she took her pills alone.
With all her fame, when the moment came
There was no one she could phone.
Her life was painted far too blonde
But  her nights were often hell.
And when they rang the warning bell
There was no-one left to tell.

You who sit in high places
And try your hand at Lord
Beware walking on the highwire
Where you can't control the chord.
There are people gathered down below
Who want their piece of meet
And if you make a slight mistake
They'll meet you on the street.
The rights of your constituents
Are not yours to rightfully sell.
And when they ring the warning bell
There will be no-one left to tell.

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