i remember a school friend of mine,
always the one to come up with obscure
facts, but not a lot of anecdotes
said to me...

   you know how the White Stripes
conjured up that quasi-bass
depth rhythm section
on the song Seven Nation Army...

yeah... ****** plucked his guitar
into a bass amp...

              who would have guessed!
plus... (insert burp):
who would have thought that
Jack White wrote an anthem for...
(insert another burp)
    football and darts enthusiasts...
you write a song of that public
appeal... you should be dubbed
the next Mozart or somethin'...

i shouldn't really glorify my drinking,
i really shouldn't...
bad influence and all that jazz...

but...
  i have a terrible superstition within
the regards of my drinking...
i want to remember everything...
and i want to die:
watching death take me,
wide away, before my eyes...

and there was a crime,
but i'm paying the price with psychiatric
"treatment"...
i can tell you of the other witness
at that moment in 2007...
Prim for short, or rather Primajit....
****, i don't know his surname...
he drove the car ****** while going
to Canterbury...
almost met the three of us
with a traffic accent, the ****...

he's half Irish, and half Sikh...
and his family is into...
oh ****... the guru dead dead...
real dead...
his family was into... ha ha...
they even had their picture
of him... they were into Sathya Sai Baba...

now... as long as cults go...
i haven't met such respectable people
as the Bahá'í... lovely people...
wanted to come to one of their
gatherings, was, kindly denied...
apparently...

       i dated this Bahá'í chick once...
so **** **** time...
chose another girl who would
do the **** ****...
         god... when she found out
in front of her eyes...
the look on her face, those eyes...
oi! God! can i peer into Satan's?!
how was i supposed to know
we were, "dating"...
i fell asleep while we watched
a roman holiday starring Peck
and that pretty tight black dress
Tiffany girl...

    memorably we walked out
from a screening of a movie...
****... the banality of remembering certain
things...
  but that's the only time
i managed to walk out of a cinema,
because we both found a shared
conversation to be more fruitful
and, entertaining...

ah... van Morrison, Laura... brown eyes...
a lucky ******* as i ought
to be... sitting in McEwan hall...
glum like your atypical half-blonde
long haired beast...
    she picked me out to dance
a kaylee: although one,
with a missing tartan on my behalf...

well... so much for it...
now i have two "boyfriends" to keep me
company, whyte & mackay...
and all the time in the world
to do what i went to university for,
reading philosophy,
solitary confinement (or thereabouts)...
crazed on both music and
new music...

a sad little.... loner....

b'ah ah ha ha ha ha ha ha!

******* love it...
it's like it was spoken for me,
by that famous, butler, Alfred...
about the infamous Burma man...

let's face it,
no side it worth standing worth...
i'm the guy:
who just enjoys the world, burrrrrrn.