You can fly round my empty skull tonight.
No thoughts are there, so there’s no turbulence.
My memories, they’re out of mind, out of sight,
Because of this thick fog that swirls so dense.
It seems like all I want to do is catch
A film, or go for a drive somewhere and
Listen to music, eat, drink and despatch
Another day, another grain of sand.
Being a vegetable has its ups:
It’s free of stress, anyone can do it.
If there’s a Jack, I’ll play the beanstalk. Woops!
Someone’s coming with an axe in his mitt.
Here’s to a peaceful evening, free from thought,
With DVD and popcorn I just bought.
Thur 28 Dec 2006
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