Come on, come on, come on,
Let’s get you started, son
Alone along a long
Way - that’s your timeline, hon.
It’s you and you,
There’s no one else.
Not that it’s something new,
It’s just to catch your glance.
Now who’s that talking
In your poor bifurcated head?
Who’s that stalking
Your only remaining attempt
To stay in one-one-one-one piece
And to regain-gain-gain-gain peace
With that innermost twat?
Who?