Waves by Uncle Wellington
before you condemn foolery
I feed the clowns, forgot that laughter
makes a fool of me
I guess I was just too excited
it’s up to me to choose
between the flavours that make me nauseous
it’s funny to be ruled
will you assist
to grasp the scheme
of my design
it’s nearly real
I don’t mind you leave a mark
that’s the one thing good people should do
it’s comforting that waves of sleep can wrinkle time
now you catch my drift
there are cracks in my crucial lining
they creep up through the walls
enter my dreams and bend the fine things
enjoy my lust for life
the faster I waltz, the better I jive
they’re people I admire
there’s a part of you
that parts from me
all what remains
is in between
