Gormenghast is flooded, Titus longs for escape

Over the mountain and far away from the insane rituals that he is bound

Watching the wheels, favourite song of someone I met on pool on tinternet

John Lennon knows all about instant karma, is there such a thing

I have been lucky so far. Beard oil applied, I smell like roses

The shining has been seen and Jack Nicholson had a shout out on the radio

Black Beauty has been painted in blue and the peace sign too

What shall I paint next, maybe a fluorescent vest

Of the builders of the new library

When will we be able to go in and browse

Perhaps it will be reopened by David Prowse