The right

What right do you have
To be sad
You've got all your limbs
A mum and a dad
There are people starving
Breaking, crying
You're in a London pub
Drinking, barely trying.

Why do I need the right
To be cracked, bent
I try but never can quite
Wake up content
It takes me hours each day
To clamber to where you start
To control the fray
That unwinds my heart.