Not The Full English Breakfast
Not The Full English Breakfast

Not The Full English Breakfast
Must be the eyebrows that meet from your nose to your feet.
It’s a family thing.

Life has a different perspective
When you’re not quite the full English breakfast
Gripped in limbo depressive affliction
Holding on to the door frame
Stuck in confusion and mid-flight
Only two feet and surely that’s not right
Manic staring – so take Moclobemide
To forge a way through this strange life

Social Anxiety Disorder
Makes the Seratonin search much harder
All those false gods and demons come calling
To torture you in your half world
Only two feet and they’re too big
Who listens when your DNA speaks of
The stain on your genes that can never be cleaned
Flailing around in this dark life

Where d’ you go, Zopi Clone
When your world goes down?
But rest assured, Zopi Clown
You won’t get left alone

Life has a different perspective
When you’re not quite the full English breakfast
There’s no light at the end of your tether
In this catatonical stupor
Out of reality’s clutches
It’s the death in your eyes that conveys such
Desolation – it’s not the Lorazepam
That’s calling the shots in this nightmare

But rest assured, Zopi Clown
You won’t get left alone
You won’t get left alone
You won’t get left alone
No, you’ll never be left alone


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