Feeling cold

I was sitting at the bus stop feeling bold
My body hot in down plus thermal vest
Eating an egg sandwich with  green mould

My head was reconstructed in the jail
A hat can be a demon, scarves are best
I was  waiting in the graveyard in the cold

I really would have liked a bacon roll
The shop was Jewish so I  said, Shalom with zest
Eying that egg sandwich with green smiles

My grandad spent his whole life digging coal
And now he suffers from eternal rest
I was sitting at the bus stop, my, it’s cold

I read that we are human, not  emails
I write two and  send them unaddressed
How that friedried sandwich with green mould?

Would you ever get a bit depressed
When you got cancer from the love you lost?
I was sitting at the bus stop with my soul.
Eating nutty sandwiches  cats mauled