( RE Broughton )  A five years old child is playing beads with  a thinker.  Beads with a thinker-if you please.  The minister of data feels like getting high.  Looks down on you people thru' the holes  in both his eyes-outside.  A tired and gaudy woman is looking for a manger.  Somewhere women can be.  If you mean to say that you don't know why  you hurt someone a mother cries.  I'm shot to pieces .nerves ends dangling  then I'll come on like the Boston Strangler.  I'm not alone in this place never gets past  the tears on a face.  Everybody trying to help me like they're  trying to win a race.  She said she loved me , that was delightful  but she never really saw me  so come and get your eyeful.Look into my  mirror, everyone's a mirror.  Does it make you warm or does it make you shiver.  Come back flow-Here and now-It's where we grow.