Got no time for
Interrupted sad sunshine
Or locusts breathing down my neck.
Got fishing line for
Wrapping round my wrists
Central heated fists
Head aches but feeling fine
Inbound, incoming
Duck down keep running
Stay down and stay cunning
And don’t forget to laugh
a high, cackly one
It was all about nothing
And nothing’s circumspect
Except sad sunshine
Or locusts breathing down my neck.
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