Being tongue-tied is not *****
hmm
okay, maybe for some,
but for me
it's when the words don't run
when the river runs dry
when inspiration is a tear in
a poor man's eye,

don't mind me
I'm just mumbling in the dark.

We could always save up to sail away
but with living expenses soaring
everything's getting tougher

and when your skin starts to feel like leather
we know that it's about the weather
and not just because you're looking
hotter,

which by the way,
She is.

I put it down to the blackouts
this suspicion that we're all in a war
I've tried to stop popping the blue pills
but now I need to go pop me some more.

it's depressing, and distressing when you're dressing the stage
and the scenery is not all that good and the management?  they're all ******* morons who can't see the trees for the wood.

What do I care,
I'm only one of the extras
one of the one percent free,
a ghost in this production
and not one ******* line for me.