21. Brains

Belly full of secrets
And Duvel mince
Living on the edge
On ciderical mints.
The radio shouts out
Upon the desolated streets
This is without a doubt
The best kinda beat.

The world hangs on
Cocain of new
The old hangs out
Like a giant tube
They all shall relax
And grow left of centre
Pay your income tax
It's the coming of winter.

It all tolls
Growing young
Of old.
The waste that
We create
Can never be told.

A head ravaged by fear
There is no need
To linger.
Indeed.
I feel old and young
I can't decide
If I'm well hung
In my pride.

Life abides
In me....

You know the fear
One that can't pass
It holds strong, my dear
Albeit so crass.
The emotion is devoid
Lack of intuition
Look through my eyes
You'll see intuition.

It all tolls
Growing young
Of old.
The waste that
We create
Can never be told.

The remote control
Won't turn off
Police patrol
My roof.
To stand here will be
To abscond
Keep the truth in me
Rewind.

The days long gone
I were happy
Owning all
That made me savvy
Intuituive
Gaze
Relative
Graze.

Live fpr now and be complete.
Flying by the edge of the seat.
To be long gone is what I demand.
I wear the glove on my lower hand.

Is where my brains are
You'll see them from afar.

It all tolls
Growing young
Of old.
The waste that
We create
Can never be told.