I’m out of favour with the cognoscenti I strike too sombre a tone for the dawn chorus they say this bird only charms to deceive but old unhappy far off things tug at memory with icy hands I never truly sinned not in my heart I’m as good as the next man as good as I have to be I’m getting into my beast now coz it makes no difference to me what you think so don’t listen to my shite I’ll only poison your ears with rancid prolix and juvenile posturing but I’m just an old man with a young and selfish heart don’t get me wrong I wish you well god grant you goodness and plenty just not too much and not too close to me
I packed my metaphoricals
time to crash out this
is my last incarnation I turned indecent
shades of buddha and invalidated my warranty so they cancelled my subscription I wasn’t cut out for the worker’s paradise I don’t get mixed up in it coz I’m not sure it’s clean they say I’ve shit on the rules that
bind fathers and sons but I’m a
kindly ruin I’m archaeology don’t dig me up I want to be alone it was all in my head but long ago my missing constellations have long since turned to dust
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