No One's Going To Rescue You

No good you, banging your head on those railings, Honey, no one's going to rescue you but you. You might as well climb over and jump right in that river-Mersey or better still get some well-needed help. And no good you, pacing up and down these streets ten-thousand-times or more. No one's going to even-notice-your fall. No one's going to even notice you missing. You've gone and burnt all your bridges, Honey and those tears you cry like rivers there just going to keep on coming like a big old hungry crocodile's like a sink full of dirty dishes wishing someone- would have wiped them clean away. "No good, you say" there is far too- many "know-it-alls" that's what I have to say wearing mother Teresa's overalls, you should mind your own, god damn business. Who asked you to put your oar in any way? Before you blow off at me, Sonny Jim you should retain some dignity what little is left and find some mercy for your own poor heart I see your soul is crying, Honey and your mind, your-mind-is torn apart. But dear, finds it in your heart to count yourself up off that canvas floor. So you've fought hundreds of rounds against the great Mike Tyson. And-man, how that-man-has got respect-for-you. Shake-yourself-down he says, mate, pick your head up off-those-weary beat shoulders and feel proud that man, you're still standing here today. Boy, that's what I say too. Sure you've-got-the stamina you've-got-the willpower all you need now is to learn how to flower.