If I Could Tell You Anything

Maybe my frontal lobe is sleeping isn't working Maybe I'm only living a half-life Your voice is like a macaw a parrot Drilling harsh decibels like it were a knife. Why don't you, Nibble my earlobes like you use to do? Why don't you, Hold my hand and griddle my soul, till it melts. If I could tell you anything, With any accuracy, If I could tell you anything, With razor-sharp efficiency, It would be to go, kill yourself. Or worse still, just go on drinking, Drink yourself to, a premature death. … See if I care. "Why don't you." … Why don't I what? "Why don't you die you hermit frog? " Join that big white pedalo in the sky. If I could tell you anything, To save your miserable life; I swear, nothing would change Look, how you've aged me. Call yourself a sage More-like sage and onion crisps With a slipped disc Can't get off your lazy-arse Or get the cars MOT Service Down the local garage If I could tell you anything, Drinking your-self near-dead, woman that isn't good. Men have more to them, more substance They're not just, providers of TVs and textiles They are not just, subservient minimal wage earners.