Such is the world of the modern
One can blog while havng a log
It is one long hard slog
This life of incesant fog dispensing
Wretched is the key that fails to incorrectly
Enter the sweapstakes of no cho lon tly respirating
As if all of the kind words ever uttered by a man in his dream state
Equated to the end product of 2o thousand hours practising
Well, as one must leave another must always arrive
And that is about as profound as a bowl of bran flakes
So it must be true. And it is so close to your bones.....
You cannot even feel it.
Hail hail all those who smelt bullshit for breakfast and chose that they wanted absolutley nothing goddamn to do with it.
xx
