Friday, 18 December 2009



On the back of rotas
On the lending of a tenner
We see that fame...
Fame is empty sounds
I wasn't dancing and
There is fixed a frown, so it is here
That they say we
Suck 'em dry, so they say
There is comedy in religion, there
Is sincerity in the Green
Scapular and North of England
Wools
He meets a famous actor
He meets a famous soap actor also
In person too
I acknowledge this and pass by a box of
Pulverised fireworks
They are spent
Don't say i didn't warn you
About Reg and coronations
About piercings and bonds
About the green card
Now she meets a soap actor
This inn is full of oddfellows
Complete plant pots, they shout
At the television
Is this effective?
Is the following effective?
When locked empty buildings are filled
With the sound of alarms?
They pulsate to the sound of
Abandonment and to the buyers of
Obsolete plant and machinery
Make the most of sneak
Previews and unbeatable
If you are running low on faith
Or if you
Had an accident?
They sometimes say penny
Wise and pound
Stupid
Stupid
I journey along the West Royde
I journey along the West Royde
While jokes...lots of jokes about age are made during
The calling of bingo numbers, i am
Reminded of filth
We don't want no more war while there is
Sunshine on Leith
Stardust on Grangemouth
It is just my way of attempting
Communication and in so doing, i
Decide i could probably live in
Retirement Road
I need to escape

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