Tiredness (www.mickleplum.co.uk)


And am bereft of a reprise!

And so my chemical activities

Bring on, my demise.


Alas this come down is a terrible thunder.


And knock upon the door.

Of surreal ideals

Of trysts with a paranoid fringe

My fate, alas, is now sealed.


Who said to the batmobile lets go.?


Roll down, crawl down

Lay such a hammered head to rest.

Thus once again I challenged

And once again I failed the test.


For now is the Monday of my discontent.


Am older now.

And still why do I search?

Find it necessary to visit

My past life’s tempting church.


Man Man Man - Hand Me the Phone.


And counting once again

The digits on a vigilant alarm clock.

I question my morals

And an inability to stop.

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