We live inside a sandwich,

 We live inside a sandwich,

The bees, the birds, the beasts, the birds.

The trees, the cars, the plants, the ants,

And the people, the buildings, the steeples

And the mosque domes,

The nests, the pests,

The aerodromes, the care homes.

Then I could add the sane and the mad,

The sober, the drugged and the pissed.

Suffice it to say, anyway,

We all live inside a sandwich.

 

A slice of sky above

Sometimes blue and bright as love,

Sometimes obscured by cloud.

Or black and denying any light

Or sometimes letting stars shine through.

And a slice of planet

Beneath our feet

Solid ground or shifting sand

Or granite innit?

Or seas or oceans or lakes or mountains

All soils, terrains and H2o too

So, what are you going to do,

When the only place you can be

And almost all that you can see

Is inside a sandwich?