Disinfect

Disinfect! Disinfect!
Can you spray that
Can you spray that spray can?
Hygiene makes a better place man

It’s all in the detailed dettol agreement
See a stain and conceal it
Soak with expenses and leave wistfully
The city cannot sleep through the sequence

Disinfect! Disinfect!
Can you spray that
Can you spray that spray can?
Hygiene makes a better place man

See a street sleeper? Wake him up
This area’s for walkers, no crusts
Of old coins or stains of old clothes
We facilitate cleansing throughout this zone

Disinfect! Disinfect!
Can you spray that
Can you spray that spray can?
Hygiene makes a better place man

There’s no need for you to grieve
We manage the placement of tasteful wreaths
No body will ever be seen
Not while we prowl the streets with our team

Disinfect! Disinfect!
Can you spray that
Can you spray that spray can?
Hygiene makes a better place man

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Disinfect

Weavers

Carbon monoxide
Infiltrates lungs long before
The over-cooked smell of
Flesh wafts across the borough
Air fresheners only masking
The inside of every two-storey house
With affordable fragrant air
Cooling down from the heat
Under high Victorian ceilings
Jasmine pleasantly bursts
To detoxify olfactory passages
Clothes circle round and round
Still trying to wash away the scent
But the tiny weavers stick
Agonising as they stitch
The dead into the cotton

Weavers