My thought processes are at barely half-speed
I just can't concentrate on anything
I feel dyslexic when I try to read
And can barely be bothered performing
In the Comedy Marathon coming
Up this Sunday, should be a big day but
It's not, because right now it means nothing
However, tomorrow night, going out
So it's important I rehearse tonight
Despite constant psychological bleed
At least I rang scrap metal men who'll bring
Someone round soon, though it'll be real shite
Carrying heavy white goods to be cleared
Doing my back in, that's the latest thing
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