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I've been singing for my supper in Wellington Court

Watch the Mums drinking their coffees in fancy cups they brought

Kids in hoodies drinking red bull smoking cigarettes

Brought their skateboards just to sit on can't do kickflips yet

My song bounces off the buildings

Ambles down the alley

Peppering the pavement

Rolling down the ramp

It's floating past the car park

Downs towards the Royal

Patients pushed in wheelchairs

Out for some fresh air

Precisely midday every weekday he would come and sit

Two roles of sushi with some Mayo and a coffee hit

Dressed to the eyeballs looking perfect in a two piece suit

I decided his name was Anthony the Corporate Brute

When you're singing for your supper

You become accustomed to accostings accusations salutations and

the weirdness of the city flowing freely

The clinking of the change into your case

Becomes the soundtrack of a unification

Your notes and chords resounding with the economic engine

as your heart upon your sleeve

Declares 'pay what you feel'

The inner workings of your life

Become merchandise

As Anthony approaches sheepishly

"Sing me the saddest song you know

I'll pay you handsomely"

On Monday "fake plastic trees"

He tipped me $1

On Tuesday, "What Sarah Said"

He gave me $2

On Wednesday, "Smokers outside the hospital doors"... $5

On Thursday, "war all the time"

He gave me $10

On Friday, at midday, the last lines of "Appointments" rang out

Anthony brought forth a $100 bill

Tears drawn on the face of John Monash

Like some Soundcloud rapper

We exchanged loaded glances

Knowing we have become smaller

We have become smaller

My song bounces off the buildings

Ambles down the alley

Peppering the pavement

Rolling down the ramp

It's floating past the car park

Downs towards the Royal

Patients pushed in wheelchairs

Out for some fresh air