in the pageantry of youth I mixed my own colours in iconoclastic fashion and I’d be the boy to smash things up but I was in it for the long con softly softly catchee monkey patience gains the day I made busy doing nothing or something close to nothing of course if they catch you doing nothing they pack you off to the job centre for a heavy dose of conformity I can’t complain not out in the open maybe if I’d been a bad boy… but I was too lazy for a life of crime I just wanted to lay in bed all day exercising my autonomy standing on my rights subverting authority withholding my labour from the babylon economy
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