Maurice's Song.

He tucks his trousers into his boots. No shirts or ties he owns no suits.

At the crack of dawn he's half awake, he hits the gym for heavy weights.

The biggest one of all his mates, he sits on his heels and contemplates for fifteen minutes before eight.

He jumps into his rusty van and transforms into a cockney man.

All height and muscle shifting goods with charmless hustle.

Nobody dares question him. They all pity the fools who dare mess with him.

The unfriendly giant Maurice always being chased by police.

For petty crimes to make a dime that he blows on mary jane to soothe his pain and the relentless flashbacks that plague his brain.

But his condemners did'nt know Maurice when he was fifteen, the maths machine turning numbers into sense with incredible ease. The popular kid always pleased.

The kind hearted giant, he even made the bullies compliant.

And he left school for a job in the city, where he met a girl alarmingly pretty.

And then Maurice was complete, he had everything he ever wanted, no more need to compete.

Until a September morning turned into four years of mourning.

Misfortune arrived with purpose to steal Maurice's first love, whilst his hands held the wheel.

And now Maurice is such a different man, flogging unreliable goods from his old rusty van.

Maurice I feel your pain, I wish you would see that no one's to blame.

Maurice don't be the victim of your own ferocious assault.

You don't want to hear this.

But it was'nt your fault.