Storm Before The Calm

31 October, 1975

Well who is this bloke,
Who sits here with his coke,
Perhaps he is sane,
And lives in the rain,
Well he don’t mind,
As he’s snow blind,
He’s brain’s caved in,
With the monotonous din.

Well look at him swim,
With his only one limb,
He can swim so fast,
From the bottom, when cast,
You wonder how he does it,
He shows you how to do it,
Something jabs into your arm,
It’s the storm before the calm.

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