Grumpy thoughts reside in the mind

The ebb and flow low is here once more

The fat fuck needs to walk

Move his feet fast along the floor

To break the circle of doom

Staying out late is not wrong

But does not help his mood

Friends, walkies, art and music are all good

Nirvana in headphones in the wood

Takes him down, down with the black cloud

When the birds twittering is heard

The sky is alive with the word, the Joker’s word

What’s a sheep with no legs

What’s a deer with no eyes

Why are seagulls called seagulls

And what sits in the corner and travels round the world