Then I read Lady Macbeth, and Sylvia Plath and Ted Hughes. Poetry began to make sense, and I have been using it to make sense of the world around me ever since.
Too Fast to Live, Too Young to Die
I'm the James Dean of the dole queue
You've got to admire my cheek
Trying to work out how to live fast and die young
On seventeen-fifty a week
A legend in my own cubicle
All alone, never one of the mob
I'm the James Dean of the dole queue
A rebel without a job
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