I Do What I Like

I do what I like,
the young boy said,
pulling his hoodie
over his head.
Who’s going to stop me?
Nobody did.

I do what I like,
the young man said,
pulling the blankets
over his head.
Who’s going to stop me?
Nobody did.

I do what I like,
the junkie said,
pulling his habit
over his head.
Who’s going to stop me?
Nobody did.

I do what I like,
the mugger said,
pulling his stocking
over his head.
Who’s going to stop me?
Nobody did.

I do what I like,
the banker said,
I pull my rake-off
over your head.
Who’s going to stop me?
Nobody did.

– David Morphet 2010