The Fun Of The Century

Could it be that you drove me

into your fleet of hand-melt candy

Could it be that you sent me

falling off the roof backwards, gently

Do not let my words depress you -

I'm here to uplift you now

(I'm here to uplift you now)

Her eyes have gone south -

terrible lies she denies

Could it be that you broke me

into a sheet of rain swept sideways?

Could it be that you wrote me

a dead attempt? It just plain scares me

Do not let my words distract you

from all the fun you demand -

from the fun of the century

No more glistening wet poems

in your honour, captain of alienation,

New York, money, compassion