Ballad of Juan Spoon
Sphere of spleen on the sofa,
my life is going nowhere,
either there or a dystopia.
Paralympian doper,
paralytic coper,
professional loafer,
semipro croaker.
Looked in the mirror,
the day is getting nearer
I give George Roper
good run for his lira.
ITV3, life now I see
thru prism of a sitcom from the 70s.
Curled up into a ball, hoping for the best.
When I was a foetus I must have been depressed:
last time I remained in position long as this,
l/
Kelso's hunchback suckling Ms.Pacman's breast.
Curled up into a ball, praying for the end.
Local prophet of doom
made me his gopher,
said I show good prospect
as a real no-hoper.
But I need a reboot,
I need a blacksuit,
more Toby than Topher,
moviestar moper.
But it's end of an era
in supergrass mirror,
I give George Roper
good run for his lira.
ITV3, nostal-algae;
Mildred, won't you run me bath of G'n'T?
Curled up into a ball, hoping for the best.
When I was a foetus I must have been depressed:
last time I played possum as long as this,
l/
Humpty Dumpty got laid by the angel of death.
Curled up into a ball, praying for the end.
I've abandoned hope l/ all ye who tune over to ITV2,
but I don't want some hoochie geordie, I want my Mrs.Spoon!
It's hard enough to make it as a couch woodlouse
lounge act, wallowing in my naval,
dark side of belly button moon.
Chuggers for the rapture ain't no reason to get dressed,
& the Mercury Advertiser don't merit my Sunday best.
But Mrs.Spoon, dang, l/ a mild mustang
(overbite l/ gawky Mildred's) masticating on that freedom
- O my kneehugging gloom's bolted!
Better than I ever hoped, you & I spooned up in a bubble,
them latchkey demons can't dent our snuggle-spubble.
Better than I ever hoped, curled up into a ball w/ you.
Better than I ever hoped, a bubble is a ball for two.