Wednesday, 1 July 2009



Bull
And shit more like
These were lost inhibitions
Fragments of old music press
Cuttings
These mean something
That means nothing
A phone call suffices
Costs twenty pence minimum
Our nervousness cracks many jokes
Gags are slags
There are clubs to join
Gestures to behold
Friends to go na-na-na-na-na to
Television to watch
Much obliged you were
You favour the one
Who sees invisible in me
Quirky doesn't suit this joint
Adventurous is an unknown
Quantity
Still, i cannot help but hear stories of
Sky divers and
The sitting on their laps
Mountaineering...and
The sitting on their laps
Gym membership and
The sitting on...
It's official, my life...
Sheltered

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