...and no one takes the views in which is amusing but slightly sad,
and so we travel with our eyes shut to the wonders all around, on the buses, on the underground the same old vacant stare,
knock, knock, not knocking because we know there's no one there.

slightly off with situations if and when they should arise because forgetting what's on offer I forget to open up my eyes.

Not sure which is worse
me or the witches curse
no one expects the Spanish Inquisition in
Stratford, Watford or even Old Ford,
but when you don't pay attention
that's when they pounce.