My eyes are raw and ragged
Somebody get me a cold cup of tea and a bed
The kids are smoking again
But it has a new name
I feel like a new name
The old one got recycled and I fear it's run
it's coarse
All my names walk around like sorry exes with holes in their shoes
What sort of man starts in with this foolishness
At this age
You must be mad
But what else can you do
You lay it out however you know how and that's that
Even if it's all a bad business
Crows flying in the morning
And nobody reading the papers
This stitch in my side wasn't put there with a needle
Damn the top forty
And damn the religious rite
And damn you
I'm no knight errant
No windmills
No tilting
This spear isn't too heavy to lift but it's not sharp enough to do any damage
It's false
Did it all on a screen anyhow
Shame
We had a good thing going
Even if it was at someone's expense
Let the sun come and burn us all down
Maybe then we'll fight over names iNstead and leave out the usual excuses
Welcome to it - the follies
We're all mad and there's no better way to waste our time.

Photo from Fabien Barral
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