Well well well, well well well, well well well, well
Here we are once again, well it's just me
That's OK cos that's all there is to tell
There's you but this is me, and I'm happy
Are you? You may well be, well, hopefully
Each day is precious, each hour, each minute
If you don't love it,explore urgently
How you might love it, but you're full of shit
And consequently, you are a biscuit
While I'm a cake, nay, a dessert, nay, jell
Y-O, whatever you want me to be
But I'm not constrained by that, so tough shit
You carry on being what people sell
I'll just be me, until eternity
Tue 29 September (written while drunk)
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