The chewing gum bubble goes pop as I stop at the edge at the top of the mountain and Sisyphus says, 'you again?'
and it is me again, but I can explain. It's a dream that's recurring at thirty-three and a third, so I'm sharing it with you.

Then I wake and shake off the feeling that life's full of knocks, as there's a ring at the door. I think, a wedding? I untangle myself from myself and the bedding, but it's only the postman, and his name's not Pat.

The bathtub fills slowly as I swallow the pills
that the Doctor assured me would ease all of life's ills
and the chewing gum bubble goes pop.