Rush in with all guns blazing.
This cannelloni's amazing!
So what's the story this time?
Sit back, I'll tell you all something irrelevant.
Just a white elephant lodged in your living room, trumpeting out of tune.
So if you're wondering if it's worth bothering, no-one is listening.
Neither am I!

Slack-jawed dimwit try to make the piece fit, scissoring the jigsaw.
Exiting the back door, standing there gormless, handlebar and walrus.
All mouth and trousers - fermé la bouche!

Begging your indulgence, craving your acceptance.
Isn't it pathetic why we do the things we do.
And so I've come to the conclusion it's time to increase the confusion.
I could say anything I want to.
I'd flippin' like to see me try!

There's a mole on the ceiling brewing up some Darjeeling.
He's avoiding the taxman and defying the laws of physics.
There's a huge misconception with a ten-gallon stetson making eyes at the funfair.
Dotted capital city of plastic bags and elastic waistbands expanding.
Debt still outstanding. Proud and conceited.
Be more discreet.
It would not hurt to be a little more reserved.

Rich and famous, such an ignoramus.
Troglodyte in tap shoes micturates in barbecues.
Certified imbecile choking on banana peel.
Handcuffs and blindfold - ouvre la bouche!

Once again distatsteful, impudent and wasteful.
Maybe I should jack it in and get a proper job
like alphabeticizing files across the Hebridean Isles.
Perhaps a government position, but where would be the fun in that?

De-carbonating soda, unravelling a pullover.
What happened to the mole-man? He ended up in the Ku-Klux-Klan.
So can you give me a reason? It's mole-man racism season!
I'm losing interest already, I feel like vomitting.
It's alright, we don't mind pointless prose (and it shows). Turgid text.
What comes next (i wonder)?
Stick it together with glue.
Killing time's just something we do.
Make of it what you will.
Screwjack
Roof rack
Race track
Race car
Sports bra
- too far!
Word association.

Coming apart at the seams.
Infantilism of your dreams.
We're living well beyond our means.
Ornate
Blind date
- too late!
Disassociation.

Damn doh-heck-a-deedron!

When the muse just will not strike
probably best call it a night.
Look what happens when you force...