There's no use in poetry, degradation and the poetry of degradation

23/08/07 19:19

maybe, maybe I'm just one man and you're plenty
when you say I'm out of touch
and all you who say I'm defeatist...

Well, there you go

And I haven't quite had much to begin with.
No, not worth the point of arguing
What is there? To fight for?
Oh, mock me at will
Because I wasn't made for warfare.

Dress me up in all your favourite clothes
and smear your lipstick on
"Oh, you miserable tart"
-But that's what I said...

Oh never mind...

And it's funny when you're told when to laugh,
and who to laugh at.
I'm too old to be told I'm so young
And mistaking
And I'd have so much use in some wealth, some mock-marrige
And a home... Which had never been mine.
So shut up, shut up...

Won't you just?...