Here we have the one square milers
Who live their lives within that space,
Those with limited horizons,
The drones within the human race.
They’re born, they grow and then they marry
All within just one square mile
Never moving far from mother
Emulating Father’s style.
Now and then they really break out
To go abroad on holiday
But take their one square mile off with them,
As friends and family share their stay.
The world and fashion trends escape them,
Their neighbourhood dictates their style
And so you find they dress the same
As those who live in that square mile.
Houses, cars, clothing, haircuts
Identify where they belong,
Just two miles away they’re different,
Singing a different square mile song.
Look at them, the one square milers,
It’s certain they won’t look at you,
For they are looking inwards, downwards,
For that’s what One Square Milers do!
Lynne Joyce 28.12.2011