Zoned Out





I'm doing a roaring trade

In the task of explaining myself

I'm reaching a vanishing point

Am somewhere on a shelf


A sophisticated sniffer

Of jam butties in the mines

I beg to agree to differ

I think I've forgotten my lines


Perhaps I'm pulling your leg?

Not me, that isn't fair

Words wave to distraction

And phrases to despair


Ma is merely my mother

The faithful are the few

Another one is another

I think I've lost a screw


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