morning cracked on I rolled away easy a standing start from an empty bed more blues for breakfast the whole caper is wearing thin what was the catalyst that soured the cream? was it something she said? she said plenty she reckoned she was bona and I was catfish I didn’t want to be wanted not in that way but I wanted my cake I’m just greedy I guess she told the world I was hooked on buzz she patented the bad news and other adult fictions I’d rather roll off empty than wear those colours I talked with my feet and made for the door I wished her luck in the future but I doubt it took hold
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