fair to middlin' is my stock response
when someone asks, 'how are you?'
nothing to incriminate me there.

Looking for an epi-pen because
I'm back down in Stratford, yet again,
suffering and
the evangelists telling me,
God is good!
but
I'm going to hell anyway,

and
the beggars with hands out for alms
the corporates selling arms
the lobbyists ******* up the walls
at Westfield thinking it's Westminster,
what does it all mean?