What makes you angry, what makes you glad?
What churns your stomach, knotting rags into rugs
Bringing wry smiles and small resigned shrugs?
Do you twitter over roses of yellow and red
Strike sickly poses at the foot of their bed?
Or do you walk through a graveyard of sorrow and gloom
Pressed down by black granite, the weight of your doom!
Are you of good cheer, the light-footed kind
Or morose and downhearted, sunk deep in your mind?
Or are you a mixture, like most of our race,
For each slice of life a different face?
What makes you smile, what makes you grin
What makes you good, what makes you sin?
Is it beast or beauty down there where you think
Do you gambol and laugh, or gamble and drink?
Oh what makes you smile, what makes you grin?
What makes you good and what makes you sin?
Is it over music or art that you pause to think
Or a kebab with chips, twenty fags and a drink?