(20 minute poetry)

I thought that a 'Flymo' accessory would not necessarily fly me away, but
I hoped it would help me to cut through the rough grass and even things out.
I hoped in vain,
ended up on a golf course somewhere in Spain and the grass there looked good.

Things that do these things are okay in a ****** trippy kind of way and since i'm not tripping I'd better start
strimming although strumming a guitar in a San Sebastián bar would be better by
far.

I get a kick from my 'Flymo' and we all call her Betsy, but she only lets me operate her.

If I'm bored now forgive me
I'm on my way home for
Indian tea
and I'm tired out which is
also about the
'Flymo'

I should get a razor blade which cuts individual grass blades
another sharp idea that fades quickly away.

I realise that mountains will rise and I will crumble
it's not fair but the truth is it's foolproof
and makes room for those coming behind.