This one I started in about 1980 when I was being a down and out unemployed actor in Melbourne. In my early thirties, the usual themes of urban alienation and confusion are apparent!
Sitting down the back of the bus
Peering through the glaring dust
Trying to get to feel and taste
What it’s like alone in the waste
Above the freeway.
Where are your arteries?
Where are your veins?
The demon’s armouries
Won’t free your chains
Walk along the street
Eat fast frozen meat
Join the lunchtime march
For an hour of illusion
I’m a taxi-truck aimed at your heart.
… and the Army’s on parade!