How brown is soon

The squalid contemptibility

Of the assaults upon my soul

Burning with ineptitude 

Holy holy holy 

Plato Nietzsche and Mark e smith 

Hunger, sex and willpower mongers

Had a nose bleed tindaloo

Up Lumb lane bro, (Aka death row)

I see from my little green hearse 

All the different coloured doors 

Put the bike chapter in reverse 

riff the Lane-o smack n whores

Guess Plato would have approved 

'I told you so's', trip

Perspiring from his golden toga 

Whilst Fred n me and drunk mark e

Missed the bus and gawped 

Like a triumvirate of stoners

At the black monk by the gate 

Near the Badger's sewage farm 

Where the tomatoes are engorged

Whilst doing ourselves some real self harm

And praying about the money to afford
ourselves some drugs
so's to be calm 
whilst we filmed a 747 landing on us
soft as morphine goes the thud

Platernal calumny 

Precious and blue 

It would be funny 

If it wasn't true 

Those are pearls that I despise 

Like tomatoes spoilt and runny
Light your fags with a stolen moon

Incoherence is my tune

How brown is soon. 

29/07/17 - Moscow