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In Good Stead
On the first part of the journey, I’m chewing nice toasty bread all my toys down below me, dog’s ripping them to shreds This new world’s a mixture of fun, stitched together between dread And with happy ever after endings, hard to see any troubles ahead Days appear to get longer, empty space grows and spreads Old people I know disappearing, as monoliths pop up instead Time for a proper education, my hands are swollen and red Teacher beats me badly each day, says be better if I never bred Carpet frays beneath my feet, so I decide to follow the thread path’s becoming ever clearer, like all halfwits I’m easily led And the priest keeps on rocking, I think he’s glad Elvis is dead Dad shouts your getting a job, lazy bastard get out of bed In the abattoir each morning, I spilt blood til my fingers bled DANGER! sign above the kill box no way the cow’s could’ve read On my way home at twilight, a bomb goes off inside my head Stroke of luck your right vision’s left, the optimistic doctors said Time heals all except aging, chairs turn into curved sleds Rocking away on the porch now unaware about being misled But I don’t care cos I’m happy, a side effect of miracle meds Sublingual strips, work wonders, journey’s over, again spoon fed By David Kavanagh
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