My thickening skull under sullen sky
My retching gut and lachrymose eye
My bleeding heart, my secreting ear
The chronic lie and the constant fear
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Easy going like a warm wind blowing
Equanimity and a mild heart glowing
No trouble or strife just mood slowing
Tis happiness and love I am sowing
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I’m a happy chappy. A bungle of joy
I laugh all day long, a singer of song
Tis sunshine I carry along in my pocket
Cause I’m not a clown but, a salubrious rocket
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I’m a waste of space, a human disgrace
I lie in bed ruminating thoughts of dread
The sorrier I feel, the more my psyche keels
Cos, I’ve lost the plot and forgot what’s real.
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You’ve had a rough ride but never once cried
Your life’s been a test, that can’t be denied
But, if I asked you tomorrow to swap all of your sorrow
Would you my son, for an easier life, borrow
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Society’s broken with no moral token
No guidance offered, no wisdom spoken
Just you in your sensibility bubble
Wherein you protect yourself from trouble
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I’m off me trolley
And feeling jolly
Then melancholy
Ho what a folly
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I hit the sky at twenty five
Level off and begun to dive
Back to earth I hit the turf
A float on life-force surf
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A copper coloured river ran through a copper coloured wood
Where the brunt orange leaves of the mighty oak tree stood
There purple mushrooms grew and the lilac Herons flew
Under a deep red sky with rain clouds of creamy blue
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The elderly lay dead in their beds, to feed the flies
The inflicted and addicted lay wasting Gods time
Innocence lay silent in bed, while uncle’s given head
Whilst the insolent rich lay on their golden egg
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