My sight, it grows dim
The tension is plain, i struggle
To see the textes inclus
I have been upset by this episode, this
Latest plussing of pain
An act of malice is committed
By a child
I will kick you when you fall down
Another child, one who
Swells the platelet
Endlessly
Endlessly
Gives/saps my strength under a
Makeshift roof
If it were not for
The two occult darts
Beatus Vir
Huts for collecting seaweed...
If it were not for
An icon with baboons and the like
My God, this and Markov type
Incidents going on
Is so British
Is so gypseous
Pull up if i pull up
Push off if i pushka off
And then
Precipitate from the tower
Not enough shut-eye
Sirens and radiators creaking are
The usual culprits in the new
Loft space, it is far from
The teenagers' quarters, they
Are keen that i watch Harry
Potter with them, i decline
And instead unroll an
Abandoned Goodfellas poster
Condition superexcellent