Fantastic Piss Experiment - Simon Bookish

…season two…

…the spires filled with glue…

…high pitched resonances…

…they invested in technology of all kinds…

…they travelled…

…they made karaoke from hell…

…they took their…

Clearly, records indicate you and I were born here

Ambition died here, so I disappeared

Dreadnought goodbyes and silence

Your shark eyes

It’s really no surprise

A fantastic piss experiment

Only one recourse for merriment

I put down my drink

Escape into the night

A suburban guilt trip

You could say that I jumped ship

But I didn’t jump, I was pushed from it

A fantastic piss experiment

There’s nothing left but the sediment

I materialise around the time that day descends

But there’s nothing to do here

Go underground or shop out of town?