A Psychiatric Disorder
“I done me best when I was let out
Oh yes I did: whistle-blowin, liftin the lid
I think I always knowed it'd go wrong
Nuffin fer a laugh, nuffin fer a song
A hundred seas could separate you
From me, our sea of troubles,
Fear death by drownin
Or one in a thousand years of nights
Will parcel me up and remove me from sight
The cubby-hole under the stairs
Was for wettin the bed: I banged and banged my head
All me life I have been lived among 'em
Now they are becoming loathed to me.
In bed I am alone and wet, like a sea
I loathe mean cosy love o'money
All the greedy rushes out of their small souls.
Lazy leaks the body plumb.
For all that glitters
Is not cold
A very thing
She wears a ring
In the water
The gaps in the very earth
Listen to that
Study that rhyme
Is easy to sell
Listen to the tinkle
Of a bell in hell
So rare a spirit speaks
To me: the criminally insane
Then toads and cats conspire
And nothing is the same."