Wishful thinking, all comes to nothing We moved in together and for a time where as one The royal we, each one thought about the other The love was real
Yesterday on the high street I saw two blokes walking a chiwawa. An ugly dog, an excuse for a dog usually kept in the handbags of brain-dead W.A.Gs or Paris Hilton A-LIKE.
Something’s cooking in the kitchen Watch out cousin as I flick the switch on Check microwave start to spark Here’s a glass to muster, let’s find this quark
What was once seen as virtue Is now seen as weakness No seed of good sense prospers Old ways lost, their moral forgotten And the earth without foundation An exercise in Sinicism
