To live is to suffer

To survive is to find some

Meaning in the suffering


Both Sally Anne and I

Worked for the same company

I worked on the sixth floor

Sally deep in the archives


We had been attracted to each other

Since her father had assassinated

The Prime Minister and his Deputy

Ours was a pure vision or so we thought


Today we had planned to assassinate

The Chief Executive Officer

Who ran our company

As his own personal fiefdom


I was carrying the plastic explosive

And Sal was carrying our ear protectors

Buy there was a pressing problem

It was cold and the 69 had been cancelled


We both found this disappointing

As both the CEO and his bitch

Would have been travelling together

In their ultra flashy company car


I wrote this quote in red lipstick

On shattered remains of our bus stop

The lipstick belonged to Sally Anne

It suited her as it was deep blood red


As we waited with our little bomb

Sally informed me of her increasing heat

So went back to the vicarage

And spent the rest of the day in her bed