Death of a sense of humour

'N death of sense

How do you recover from this?



What do you fear?

Being found out

Then why do you always give yourself away?



What do you want to do?

Hide

Then why go out and make an exhibition of yourself?



What do you seek?

Oblivion

And drugs walk the streets



What you want to be able to do

is worst advice

Louse given in largesse



Arms control

Arms control poseur

Arms control



Parliment connives a diseased access company

There's nothing much I can do about this

So I drink in recline with an acquaintance, sound



Spouse is talking on the phone

To well-armed arms control poseur



Arms control poseur



I found my home

I made a calendar that wasn't there

To find whether it was the first of December

Or not



Armed control poseur

In pity and envy

Dragged from the streets

I quite very very much enjoyed

His jovial lies

Lying



Arms control poseur



Arms control poseur

Arms control poseur



Sports car interior

Encrusted with bluebottles

Armoured car interior

Encrusted with bluebottles

I even stoop to an icy vodka

As I feel the inevitable

battle creep nearer and nearer

Chip! Chip!

Arms control poseur



Arms control poseur



(Armoured car interior

Encrusted with bluebottles

I even stoop to an icy vodka

As I feel the inevitable

battle creep nearer and nearer

Armed control poseur



As my great great great great great

great great great great

familiar found out

As my great great great great

similar found out

As my great great great great g