"The Grid"

It s funny old game, 50 radios playing the same tune,

thousands of mouths,uttering into mobiles, all

plugged into the grid.

No-one s looking at the sky, their ears are gonna fry,

we try to turn off our phones,for that "special weekend".

Then comes Monday morning, we are sucked back into

the grid.

People march in hurried file,coffee lid in hand,

rushing to meet work s demands.

Ain t life grand.