Stood up again
and not on a date
this is the train
or it could be
a
diabolical liberty.

We pays the money
but may as well walk.

It's all ******* anyway.

Complaints
complaints
when don't we ain't got
complaints
but
if everything was
hunky dorey
that would be one
boring story.

I like a good storey
the twenty fifth one
is the best one to
jump from

won't be complaining then
when they scrape me off
the concrete car park.

The dead end is never the end
it's just easier to get in and
impossible to get out of,
well
perhaps not impossible,
impassable.

No one's got up and I am
still stood up.

These cattle trucks get you every time
no room for mice or men on the Central line and do I tell him that
he's got B.O or
do I hold my breath and let it go?

Brains?
is
bringing on a perambulator at St Paul's and expecting to find a Saint,
complaints
ain't nothing to this.