I wonder if Bojo saw himself back at school

Secure in his higher class

Out of sight, out of mind - and just so cool

Disregardiing the difference, bold as brass.

 

Seeing his staff like the fags that he knew

Who came running to his imperious drawl 

Feeling privileged  if they heard him murmur  "Yes...you"

And eagerly answering his call.

 

Old habits - like old boys - tend to go on

Living the life that promised to keep giving

While time takes its toll and looks upon

What's done with eyes unforgiving.. 

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