Barratt zealot, here I stand
Hardhat on and tool in hand
Building houses quick and cheap
Half aware and half asleep
Bricking, clicking, right and wrong
Two across and one along
Dollop mortar, plonk and tap
Spirit level, that one’s crap
Board on top and whack it flatter
Still not right but that won’t matter
Boss might cuss and mates berate yer
But there’s no straight lines in Nature
I’m her child and she’s my mother
Fuckit, chuck us up another!
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