It's always the ninth,
the ninth hole
the ninth grade
the ninth life,
and then
sometimes when you've made
the right decision
and
taken the right path
it
gives you the last laugh.

Dead ends like split ends
end in what tends to be
catastrophes,
someone shouts, apostrophes,
I don't think he means a Greek
philosopher,

before you've even had twenty winks they want to wake you,
what happened to forty winks?

it's the depression and sleeping's not keeping pace with the modern cost of living, said someone who was born into the lap of luxury
ha
and we thought the gentry were mentally unstable but it's us who wake early to take up their breakfast,

we need sectioning, we need
to be put in a locked ward,
and kept away from the upper crust
and it's what they should do
before that lot ***** you
again.

Sometimes I surprise myself,
he eyes himself
and thinks
I scrub up well,
but I wake up the same
calling your name.

From the battlements, a trumpet sounds
rolling across the manicured lawns and
well-tended grounds
there are no rough edges in my dreams.

jetliners line the runways
someways a way out there
and I'm stood here twiddling my thumbs
watching as she ties up her hair.

'Old Macdonald had a farm'
e i, A i, Oh!

that's it then
do away with working men
and put robots in their place,

It's all artificial
so
why worry about it?
let the robots get covered
in cow ****,
it worked wonders for the roses.

Minute by minute
however you spin it
the minutes are
mountainous

Standing by furious
but all the same curious
as
to where they are heading.

Turn us back into giants and not reliant upon the palms that we read,

lead us not into an era of poverty but rather into a sea of tranquility,

let us be as we see that others might be.

What the...
oh
that,
okay that's fine
I've had my say,
or some of it.