Reuben Whitehouse

We used to get together to worship, And give the Devil a fat lip…

Set back to work: the grind; the fun; the frown

Fashion Boy has the world at his feet
He casts a downward eye at all whom he meets…

I think we’ve done okay
We’ve packed it all up and now we’re away
To somewhere new without all the force and gravity of these places;
It makes me sway and swing and dance and smile to be wit…