It’s been a nice night out but now I’m tired
Looking forward to crashing out in bed,
Departing from the real world, retired
Into the land of dreams, vanity fed,
Taking the centre stage. Once more I tread
The boards of fantasy, an ego trip
In which I find that romance is not dead,
And I empty my bladder, drip drip drip.
Reality’s just me lying, this strip
Of flesh and bone in underpants attired,
Oblivious to all that’s done and said,
The autopilot of a lost ghost ship.
And so, digesting the meal I admired,
I sink fast, like a zeppelin of lead.
Fri 28 Sep 2007
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