stop shaking your head o come on   it must be clotting on your tongue   well you gotta hock it up and   spit it out today.   o you’re awfully pale but cmon   let’s push it home today i say   i say, but you just yawn to cover up   the ticking of your      knees beneath your dinner tray and i   am disinclined   to pander to   or fish for you today.      stop shaking my hand o come on   no congratulations due.   can’t you see i’m doing well?   it ought to take its toll on you   but you. keep. so. composed   while i get drunk and intractable   dancing on banisters in   inappropriate clothes,   let’s MUCK IT UP TODAY      today the colours spill   there’s confusion in   the categories;   and though the autumn light    looked watertight   IT APPEARS TO BE PISSING DOWN ON ME      (push it home today   push it home)   THE WINTER’S GONNA BE HELL FOR YOU, DARLIN’.   THE WINTER’S GONNA BE hell.   (push it home today   push it home)   THE WINTER’S GONNA BE HELL FOR YOU, DARLIN’.   THE WINTER’S GONNA BE hell.      i ain’t awfully brave but come on   i can bear the brunt of you   let’s toss it up and    altercate today   i. get. so. terrified    all fractious and fidgety biting my nails   so just knock it off and decimate today      today’s the day the boards will fall   and the trees will fold their fractals in   and i’m, o i know i’m, i know, o i know i’m ok   i’m right as rain i       am.