Went lookin’ peace, came back with a four day buzz that won’t shift. Collusion, intrusion and all the rest of it. Whimsy won’t fit me, need a taste of something real. Eager to accommodate I raced to the edge and let well-wishes carry me sky-ward. ‘Cept this wasn’t no one man operation, wing-man at the wheel whilst I whirled, onlookers entranced what a show.
Nothing out of the ordinary see, this is just plain old business well-worked. Not the oldest profession in the world by a long shot, but it sure comes close, hey forget it.
Take a breath and ease your mind. Put your feet up. Doesn’t have to be you all of the time.

Ill-defined margins. Well-refined origins. Glaviscole sliptrick. Treats for the ‘trodden. Gypsy children settle on the green wearing one item of pyjama as per dictum. Ice-cream man makes a fortune in fegs. The needy will not go unblackened. Shooting pains in the abdominal region forsooth many pleasures ahead. Coloured cans go clinking along the lace of a tethered girl. High is the prize that awaits yer man who knows the secret to untying a five-fold knot.