He said it won’t matter, that everyone loves something, that the mind somehow finds
A way to tee itself on up – to twist ‘n’ turn with these extraordinary times
Intricate procedure, desperate supposed nobody’s to suddenly somebody’s – still stealing themselves away from grandiose permittal
All upon the flick of a haywire and soon-to-be silkened soft dime – kind, kind payback for your peculiar upheaval
When no-one is listening, yet everyone is breathing it unbeknownst in
Just he smokes too much and appears to be a weather – beaten requisite