20 million £'s

20 million £’s

I build houses in which

People shelter and educate themselves.

The lives within are soulful

I am so good at building houses that everyone has one

It is normal to have a shell around one’s self

Knocker and letter-box to screen the world

I can’t fix houses though

I can’t interfere even if a young girl’s father does

I can’t repair the drug addicted void

Fix a leaking pipe, a pane of glass or two

But the souls adrift amidst the mortar

Are vulnerable

I want to raise 20 million £’s over the next four years

I want to stack it into a bank and feel secure

My business will never fold

Prepared for a myriad of rainy days

I will raise my cash by cutting back

Cheap labour, materials, lose the odd knocker or two

No one will notice, such are the battles within

The money I save will lie dormant like a pocket sprung mattress

Under the silk sheets upon which I lie

Softening my sinless sleep

Whilst shattered souls squirm in rotten rooms

They ache, they cry, they weep.