Councils

Councils are made up
Of dead lifeless souls
Drawing high wages
And pensions their roles
Department heads seldom do they
Liase with each other
Or think so to say
An Elephant locked up in a bloody zoo
Would eke out compassion
Socially you
Would have to be bonkers
To imagine Lucy
Would get a look in, really socially
I feel for wild elephants
Kept on their own
No one to mooch with
Existing alone
Depressed and unsure
Nothing to do
But cry in one’s sleep