Time to reconsider.

Angry type casts litter the roads 

Of I scratch your back as your

lipstick Covered Hand mimes

To the Apprehension script writers 

Cornered on the decimalised driving range 

Where lots of hogs have been tried at this 

House piano and bars emptied of regret.


There’s plenty of Time to dare others 

As you Reconsider the casting 

and now you can see the world 

From insular of dependance.
As I wear a hole in my shoe tapping out

The night with Semaphore flamingos

That made me Drop a feather.
And make the gates as I can’t forget 

morning Register and roll call.