By Dan Ryder
I stopped looking hard and started looking lightly;
Missed so much; how much?
I don’t know.
A Pollock doesn’t know how much it’s flown
nor a crow how far it’s swum...
Pollock don’t fly? How far have you been through the Atlantic?
Those rules don’t apply
when past a certain point,
Because the instructions didn’t arrive, ya see,
We’re just going to have to not abide.
I’m living in the corner of my mind;
Plenty of space to roam about,
I’ll enjoy consigning it to the dustbin.
There’s a fat bonus in the mail and a line as long as my tie,
As well as a blowjob, waiting for me in the car...
I’ll stay in the corner,
It’ll soon rot and drop off
and then I’ll be fine.