„What have we here, laddie? Mysterious scribblings? A secret code? No! Poems, no less! Poems, everybody!
The laddie reckons himself a poet!“
[reads poem from Pink’s little black book]
‚Money, get back / I’m all right, Jack / Keep your hands off my stack / New car / Caviar / Four-star daydream / Think I’ll buy me a football team.‘
[slams the book onto Pink’s desk]
„Absolute rubbish, laddie.“
[whacks him with a ruler, growls at Pink]
„Get on with your work.“
Let’s stop running against brickwalls.
Let’s climb over.
Let’s break things, bend rules, dare to imagine, live, be and dream.
Let’s collectively quit being:
another brick in the wall*
credits: pink floyd