All I know
was that I fell here
into this mud
and just knew
that way was up
so with all strength
stated to grow up
and one day
pushed up into light
though art of nature
there the artists in liking me
grew me on
liking my impressions
they called me light
then gave me expression
then the artist all did drugs
and it all went mad
so I fell asleep
then dr dali
pick me as dreams
and gave me new life
felt sounds in my ears as woke up
did some drugs myself
as bowie lead us on
into a musical truth
did some more drugs fell into Black Sabbath
well he is from my home here
join the hells angels
and of those things I will never tell
went to college go myself a B.A.
got into advertising
the sit
that sells you things
you all like even now
you believe this ****
but it's not important in life
which has lead me here
writing this tonight
and for the gueness book of records
this is the longest ever written
not so very good but that's my bag.

If you stand in a small corner
dose that make you feel tall?
and what's the point in wearing that stupid pointed hat on your head?
and why did my tutors in youth
not know that?
That was not good for me
and was not what they should have done
and you know
I feel glad knowing when I farted in the lift
at the school reunion
it was so wrong on so many levels.

Laughter echoes the walls
Pitter-patter of feet on the floors
An empty bowl here
A discarded sock there
Our dogs lay upon their backpacks
Waiting and wanting
To no longer hear only echoes
My Friday cannot come soon enough