Spolied Brat

Spoiled Brat

The world is not enough

Anyway, you start out to be so pure

Anyway, and then you have sex and that changes things,
Something about that odour which matters

And you set out to say 'no',
Deny a little, hence that
Huffing, slacking, fat-belly hanging-over,
Somehow feels wrong.
Yeah. A feeling amongst people inheriting antique maps to
behaviour,
Their fading subjects barely visible
(Or is it maybe the ads, newer?)

There are chinks in all of our armours:
Consistent attention paid can be dangerous in
Thinking about the waft of what you'd do
If you could do anything.

I think you kind of can.

In theory if you want to emphasise something enough you can
Even if it's crudely with much shouting and arms waving.

Next, think about the new pressures that would descend
If you had everything.

Think about freedom and structure
The consequences of taking the spine from the snake.

Please think finally about words and how they're firstly
Like shadows and finally like money - currency ticking
Form and function, function and form
And they don't stop tweaking, tweaking always tweaking
Thank God, because really it should never be right.