If we were to believe all the **** that we read,
we'd stop reading to stop our eyes from bleeding,

better to talk, said the mute,
(you can shoot me if that's not PC)

but I see distortions
nothing is framed
everything's up for the
'Sale of the Century' and even
Nicholas Parsons would mention me
if he knew me
but he doesn't.

It's still raining which drains my resolve,
I wanted to get up and be there
instead
I'm just getting in her hair

that's it
I could do more
but I'm closing the door
for now.