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  suburban family morning.
 Grandmother screaming at the 
 
 We have to shout above the din of  Rice Crispies
 We can't hear  at all.
 Mother chants her litany  boredom and frustration,
 But we  all her suicides are fake.
 
  only stares into the distance
  only so much more that he can take.
 Many miles away  crawls from the slime
 At the  of a dark Scottish lake.
 
  industrial ugly morning
 The  belches filth into the sky.
 He walks unhindered through the  lines today,
 He doesn't  to wonder why.
 The  pout and preen like cheap tarts in a red light street,
 But all he ever thinks to  is watch.
  every single meeting with his so-called superior
 Is a humiliating kick in  crotch.
 Many miles away something crawls to the 
 Of a dark  lake.
 
  working day has ended.
 Only the  hour hell to face.
 Packed like lemmings into shiny metal 
 Contestants  a suicidal race.
 Daddy grips the  and stares alone into the distance,
 He knows that  somewhere has to break.
 He sees the family  now looming in the headlights,
 the pain upstairs that makes his  ache.
 Many miles away there's  shadow on the door
  a cottage on the shore
 Of  dark Scottish lake...............