Song we wrote today. Two singers.

We’re on the fence

hedging our bets

are we alive?

are we who gets?


what is the game?

what’s in my name?

who are my friends?

and why be ashamed?


Who’s on the stage?

Who’s in the pit?

who’s in the stalls?

And who’s not getting it?


Whilst year of our follies

they rust break or rot

we’ll be together

‘cos family does not


who is a person

who is an act

what is my fiction

what is my fact?


Who’s on the stage?

Who’s in the pit?

who’s in the stalls?

And who’s not getting it?