I\'m diving into the darkest corners
of my very own abyss,
abyss i hear you say?
why yes, the one that lives
in my very own mind of course
the one where I swim beside
the three headed flamingo
she’s wearing a golden thong
her flippers made of cork
on my other side is the black sheep
I love her, she’s wearing prada stilettos
as I hear her moan about her baggy jumper
of unravelling wool, that goes on for miles and miles
under this great ocean
entangling a giant blue octopus holding his cell phone
last but definitely not least
is the neckless Giraffe
he’s holding a book
“Where the Wild Things Are”
in Latin, crying red hearts into his swimming goggles
my eyeballs now raw
from all this unbelievable imagery
knowing all the while
any moment now
I may well wake from this theatre that lives inside my mind…
because, after all
I bloody love being
completely and utterly bonkers mad.
I\'m diving into the darkest corners
of my very own abyss
abyss?
why, the one that lives
in my very own mind of course
the one where I swim beside
the three headed Flamingo
she’s wearing a golden thong
her flippers made of cork
on my other side is the black sheep
I love her, she’s wearing Prada stilettos
as I hear her moan about her baggy jumper
of unravelling wool, that goes on for miles and miles
under this great ocean
entangling a giant blue octopus holding his cell phone
last but definitely not least
is the neckless Giraffe
he’s holding a book
“Where the Wild Things Are”
in Latin, crying red hearts into his swimming goggles
my eyeballs now raw
from all this unbelievable imagery
knowing all the while
any moment now
I may well wake, from this magnificent
theatre that lives inside my mind?
because, after all...
I absolutely bloody love being
completely and utterly bonkers mad.