From Jester To King LVII

And all sorts of things to say no you’re not ever good. And all sorts of things to say you’re just never right. And all sorts of things to say small. And all sorts of things to say others know best. And all sorts of things to say lonely lonely lonely lonely. And all sorts of things to say hidden away. And all sorts of things to say small and jejune. And all sorts of things to say friendless. And all sorts of things to say need to try harder. And all sorts of things to say must make an effort. And all sorts of things to say need to be sly. And all sorts of things to say you don’t react properly. And all sorts of things to say should go out more often. And all sorts of things to say stop this damn writing. And all sorts of things to say you’re what you deserve. And all sorts of things to say being alone. And all sorts of things to say feeling to be hated. And all sorts of things to say seeking attention. And all sorts of things to say things never changing. And all sorts of things to say incipient belly. And all sorts of things to say lazy. And all sorts of things to say lazy, lazy, lazy, lazy. And all sorts of things to say make make, doing more. And all sorts of things to say them really not liking. And all sorts of things to say such a sloth. And all sorts of things to say not talking to no one. And all sorts of things to say running dry. And all sorts of things to say not liking others. And all sorts of things to say suppressing a rage. And all sorts of things to say rage rage, yes rage and then fury. And all sorts of things to say compromise. And all sorts of things to say let it hang loose. And all sorts of things to say go for a run. And all sorts of things to say breathe. And all sorts of things to say remember the memory. And all sorts of things to say ‘twill not be the same. And all sorts of things to say that time was the pivot. And all sorts of things to say can never come back. And all sorts of things to say you can’t have nothing in isolation. And all sorts of things to say go out and meet. And all sorts of things to say so see-through and vulnerable. And all sorts of things to say you’re finally learning. And all sorts of things to say you were better back then. And all sorts of things to say damned well stop thinking. And all sorts of things to say bit of a narcissist. An all sorts of things to say this desire to conquer. And all sorts of things to say this desire to write. And all sorts of things to say waiting, waiting I’m still bloody waiting. And all sorts of things to say a steady decline. And all sorts of things to say, really what is it like? And all sorts of things to say I know how you feel. And all sorts of things to say, yes I’m still waiting. And all sorts of things to say make, make keep making. And all sorts of things to say the small things keeping you busy. And all sorts of things to say you like washing up. And all sorts of things to say they’re not that happy to see you. And all sorts of things didn’t hurt no one to lie. And all sorts of things to say you know you are love. And all sorts of things to say your huge heavy heart. And all sorts of things to say you wanting the best. And all sorts of things to say how people are stupid. And all sorts of things to say always ready to pull down. And all sorts of things to say practically sexless. And all sorts of things to say almost given up. And all sorts of things to say one in 8 billion. And all sorts of things to say more trivial than you can ever conceive. And all sorts of things to say so haphazard so random. And all sorts of things to say I need to be seen. And all sort of things to say heal me. And all sorts of things to say touch. And all sorts of things failing. And all sorts of things fell on deaf ears. And all sorts of things to say easily retreated. And all sorts of things to say back in your hole. And all sorts of things to say your Mum never loved you. And all sorts of things to say struggling with sleep. And you are trivial and teeny and very insubstantial, all things to say, all things to say.