Up to number 8,
All is such a debate.
Trump was shot,
England lost,
Everybody is out here losing the plot.
High vibes are under threat,
I\'m not stabbing knives.
Psychopaths are shouting in the street,
I elevated over a hateful tweet.
Setting up an eternally good feeling,
Phasing right through the ceiling.
My inhibitions are sensing strange things,
Can\'t resist some good chicken wings.
Dealing with the cards I was dealt,
Break free from the setting cement.
All is coming to a head,
Don\'t count us out yet.