Just squiggle that’s all
Hurt beaten and broken frankly.
I bought the boss his robe; made him it last week. He cries; ‘I don’t wish to wear blue today. I’m not paying him.’
I played music for the lovers; they’d paid in complaints.
I said to the man behind the checkout: ‘you look nice to day.’ He replied, ‘you coming on to me?’ and punched my arse to the ground.
Hurt beaten and broken frankly.
I squiggled on the wall for free. The men over looking got paid to shout out ‘Get a squiggle on. We’ve got a meeting with our Oxford brothers at 2pm.’
Truth is they loved the Alien ‘til he asked ‘em to put their money were their mouths were.
The Oxford Don’s; they look to one another in despair. ‘Isn’t the fact our eyes look upon your art enough boy?’
I can’t use a light in my room so I went and looked at the meter. ‘Isn’t that enough meter?’
Washing in my own tears; man it’s depressing.
Hurt beaten and broken frankly.
I loved that woman so I built her ladder to the moon. She looked me up and down, said: ‘I was only flirting getting you to write more.’
My breaks are depressed; so they’re failing.
Just Hurt and broken frankly that’s all.
The Oxford Don’s came to see my pitch-black room. ‘Oh yes! It’s art.’ I asked for payment upfront so one threw an empty cash box my way: ‘Ungrateful malcontent!.
I went off to get my breaks fixed. When I threw the cash box the mechanics way it missed him, hit the wall; so he threw me out the window and my breaks were no better as he punched them to depress ‘em again.
The Oxford Don’s were not far behind with cries of ‘Oh and the poor are so violent to one another aren’t they my dear?’
Saturday, 06 August 2011