Oh dear oh dear - im feeling glib
And selfishly congratulatory
I’ve just finished getting everything right
Even when nothing’s been very great for me
So now im going to spoil it all with a celebratory libation
- maybe throwing the wrong caution to the wrong wind
not hurting anyone but myself
And aliens with good imagination…..
That rhyme didn’t work
And the meter was shite
Now there’s something to be self critical about
Perfect maybe a cunt and I maybe not perfect enough
The pulse is up and dried
It looks like a giant cock n balls
It’s been saved and wasted
And now I’m just going to dream for everyone
Bye
x
