In a minute there is time
for every pseudo-psycho-motivational-pity-fall
for I have researched all already,
decoded all:
Scouring for meaning in Leunig cartoons,
I have metronomed my life via one hit wonder
tunes.
I know the voices enhanced with digital sortilege,
altered
so no alteration
                          shows,
so why the snow
job?
And I have probed the personals, script-decrypted all;
hack versions of long-vanished sentiment
repeated like some mindless middling medley -
they leave you groaning in a foetal ball.

But why turf out excess baggage
begin again
and why exhume, knowing the appalling, trawling
prospects
                of recall?
Memories acid-dipped, though white and bare, when brought to light could soon beget ...bones
...hair.

Tis child abuse, you insip\/stup\/idly guess
that's made me such a... hmmmmmmmm...mess?

Don't...

don't... press\/digress\/egress.

They cannot be still - they've no control
at all.
But why should I
                           bawl?

I
was fed and clothed. There is -is there? - nothing else needed:
No,
nothing more!?