Woke at twelve and one and when two came along I was awake, for **** sake what happened to a good night and its sleep?

and dreams, holy Mary some are really scary and some quite blue but mostly though they're sweet as you drift slowly through.

The lake.
jumped in and hoped for the best,
but
bearing in mind that the water was deep,
I wore a Mae West.

Mae although no longer with us
wore it better.

If these threads are all I have and I'm picking at the seams and the dreams are recognisable as something lost far in the past what will become of me when the tapestry that I believe to be me falls apart?

Futures and their trading.

they're raiding the pension *** again,
high-fiving it on the gravy train
and we allow it
is that insane
or just the state of play?