Fall How I Wrote Elastic Man
I’m eternally grate ful To my past influences But they
will not free me I am not diseased All the people ask me
How I wrote elastic man*Life should be full of
strangeness Like a rich painting But it gets worse day by
day I’m a potential dj A creeping wreck A mental wretch
Everybody asks me How I wrote elastic man His soul hurts
though it’s well filled up The praise received is
mentally sent back Or taken apart The observer magazine
just about sums him upE.g. self-satisfied, smug I’m
living a fake People say, you are entitled to and
great.But I haven’t wrote for 90 days I’ll get a good
deal and I’ll go away Away from the empty brains that ask
How I wrote elastic manHis last work was space mystery in
the daily mail,An article in leather thighs The only
thing real is waking and rubbing your eyes So I’m
resigned to bed I keep bottles and comics stuffed by it’s
head f..ck it, let the beard grow I’m too tired,I’ll do it
tomorrow The fridge is sparse But in the town They’ll
stop me in the shops Verily they’ll track me down Touch
my shoulder and ignore my dumb mission And sick red faced
smile And they will ask me And they will ask me How I
wrote elastic man
