INSIDE THE ORDINARY MIND OF MANKIND.

Have you ever actually taken the time
To look at the spectrum flowing before you?
Or study the movement of growth in the
Ivy that slowly crawls across your window,
Or connect yourself to a wire and fuse it up
Your plug hole and into the wall behind you,
Or sit on the arse cleaning toilet seat that
You recently purchased because of its probing.

Look out your recently cleaned window and remember
That the only reason people get pissed is because it’s
Easier to do so than not – and virtually rewarding.
We’re living in liquid time; not quite as bad as the
Eighteenth century, but then the water supply is better.
Don’t listen to any elected official who advises you
Anything. Remember only one in four voted them in, and
Anyway I didn’t want that fat bastard to have that
Particular ministerial position, did you? Obviously
Not, but he’s there all the same and you can’t do a fucking
Thing about it, can you. But he’ll tell you not to drink all the
Same; too many wasted man-hours. Must be great being a
Woman not having that guilt hanging around your neck
Whilst you’re slinging it down.

Don’t you agree? You know the only thing worse than the
Americanised youth of the world wandering down the street
In the middle of the night drinking that horrendous white
Cider that tastes like lighter fluid and profaning at the tops
Of their FUCKING VOICES…is observing the young of the
Rich with their obsessive need to appear ordinary whilst
Being unable to be away from London for an hour. Fuck
Them and their vacant lots. Give them a job and they’d shit
Their pants, or maybe not. I suppose it depends how much
They’d pissed away the previous night outside that cinema
In Leicester Square where all the good boys and girls are
Scraped up by the police.

Listen, don’t get me wrong, I swear and I drink and I like my
Prostrate gland manipulating as much as the next man, but
It’s got to have some grace and meaning attached to it.
So...
Be right fucking sharpish and get that vodka and coke jacked
Up my back box.