Early Works - Good Luck?

Here I sit in solemn repose while some old bag looks down her nose words echo around me and I begin to snort and wheeze like a bull ready to charge, but I must be calm. They talk in riddles to confuse and fiddle then I feel my good luck charm in my hand. My aim is steady, my shot is sure and I return to my solemn repose, a s the old bag looks cross-eyed at my lucky charm stuck up her nose. There is chaos everywhere no one knows what to do, I still sit in solemn repose and the old bag is still cross-eyed looking down her nose. There is nothing they can do and the case is dropped, wow, wow. The old bag goes to hospital ho, ho my lucky charm still up her nose. The sun comes up in the morning and I am still free as a bird. Free as a bird, the word. The air smells like dog muck something you trod in to bring you luck! 10 October 2002