London Calling~

I say, I say dear sir but you’ve just stepped in what appears to be dog shit. Yep, it is. But that’s okay it will soon break down & return to the Earth just like Kurt. And all cycles of life from birth to ascension is it just me or there an air of tension here lining up for our pension mentioning facts like the tracks of a CD. Now when was JC supposedly born? From the manicured lawns of Wimbledon to the simpletons like me who just want to be free. And happy & clean :) Forest green, ozone friendly & and mildly trembling. And resembling a twat. A prat, but not a cat, or a rat maybe I can be the poor little white rabbit that never returned from the magicians top hat. Are these words merely delusions & meandering’s of but a man trying his hand at crafting some words. Hey look! It’s a bird! It’s a bloody pelican mate!