the silly man and his neuronutjobs can say
off you pop then,
cliffs are for being used
Don't be coy
Eckhart didn't work
drove you berserk
(just don't forget to hold your nose
the seas so full of Surfers Against it, caused even more unwellness)
real, not imaginary
like all those all allergies
so one drop of it up your London snout
will be an extra for your coroner to moan about)
But if you did find the way
despite them all
live to waste another day
It just may
end up bein' happiest so called "blue"
one it's impossible to even conceive
soon i shall prove, not make believe
(all three faves seen unplanned in one day
there are some,
and my protective armour, no not amore
....at last she writes THE essay
on just how .... her neighbours are never what they say)
