Before you start
I have reached
before you sow the seeds
I had sent you dud seeds for the mindless
Gesundheit before you even sneeze
before you utter a single word
I have read and paraphrased the chapter
before you listen
I have voiced chapter and verse
before you sing
I have written and recorded the lyrics
before you step out to dance
I know the steps and choreographs
as you clumsily Comme ci, comme ça
languishing in the blackness of whiteness
as you twist and turn
I hold the steering wheel
driving you further into the marshes
the cesspits of common envy and angst
of your inadequacies and insignificance
you're nowt
but a band of puppets controlled by puppets
you have the magic
of making delusions of your delusions
Before you start
on your laid out soiled ***** Red carpet
parading alongside your lame fed malcontent comrades
I have coated you with the disdain and contempt of your births
and sit watching
as you crawl in laboured delusional
Comme ci, comme ça