Linda, today suggested a stream of consciousness concentrating on the word ‘rope’. My own consciousness is hardly a stream these days – more like a puddle. A stream would imply some sort of direction which, in my case, would be towards dark places. A muddy puddle, perhaps. But more like a dark void.
But that’s enough of me. How’s everyone else feeling today?
I’ve had a go at life
And life just couldn’t cope
We had a go at sex and drugs
But there was insufficient dope
No chance of a redemption
(I’ve spoken to the Pope)
No point in me just hanging ‘round
When all I do is mope
I’ve a proposal for the devil
I think we might elope
I guess I’ll go and hang myself
Do I have sufficient rope?