There's nothing to be gained from liking me
I'll cut out flowers
I'll set them free
I'll give them
Context
Life is a challenge
That's what it is
You heard it said
In some old song
Life is a dream
That's what it is
In my dream I am happy
Happy to be on the winning side
Happy to love like this
And all the people of the world
Are cheering
As my hero fits
Into his podium
He says what I hear
And I laugh inside
I know I need this
It makes me real
Because you know
I could never succeed
It wasn't my place
To do so
Loved ones left behind
Could not buoy me
Between the poles
Of brightly coloured futures
Stripped of comprehension
See, if you'll allow me to indulge myself
For a moment
Here we have Walter
He's five foot six eight
And has a squint
He is short and furry
A child is weeping
Weave brain restore
It is a jolly life
Is this one
It needs your blood to burn
It isn't my fault
I don't do
The things I shouldn't do
Did you see the news?
My normalising programme
I'm sure you didn't
It wasn't on
What you saw was
Mainline rushes
Now don't try to prove
You're wrong
You haven't dreamed enough
Your dreams a poison
But I'm not sad
I'm just an idiot
Sad is dull, a daily wheel
That's lubricated by
The misery of others
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