There's gonna be some trouble
a whole house will need re-building
and everyone I love in the house
will recline on an analyst's couch quite soon
Your Father cracks a joke
and in the usual way
empties the room
Tell all of my friends
(I don't have too many
just some rain-coated lovers' brothers)
Dallow, Spicer, Pinkie, Cubitt
rush to danger
wind up nowhere
Patric Doonan-raised to wait
tired again-tried again, and
Now my heart is full
now my heart is full
and I just can't explain
So I won't even try to
Dallow, Spicer, Pinkie, Cubitt
Every jammy Stressford poet
Loafing oafs in all-night chemists
Loafing oafs in all-night chemists
underact-express depression
ah, but Bunnie I loved you
I was tired again
I tried again, and
Now my heart is full
Now my heart is full
and I just can't explain
so I won't even try to
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