Somehow you had taken over the wellness
And been aggressive about the illness
Because you didn’t want negativity
To sit within Thee on Thy holy throne
You had worked for against our will.

Still you seek first and second place
Having spoiled other’s lives all over the place.
Then you reason with the Book of Amen
Howl you across the table again!
No more staff speaking Zen! No more Zen!

It’s your acrostic time again – Mr Men
And you Roger Hargreaves timetable for me to amend
Intention and democratic invention
To imagine myself free from your face –
Tell it to the Angelic disgrace of Grecian places.

How you imagined yourself such a victor
When the game was not played from my side
Next to the lecturer and his asides when I was not competing
We’re you in the vicinity of others who were cheating
Holding on to your space likes dominion on time?

Is this what life is now – waiting for you to explode
And find your home overturned because of your modes
And admonishing nature for the trees of knowledge
And all your fans under the rooftops of the Colleges
Needing your name like we never had fake.

Fame has adored the ways you have sought
And I have shopped elsewhere to where I bought
Products so clear the expression of dejection
Where you sat beside me and measured your erection.
Those times are gone, such is the leader of life
While the throws of the world leave me searching for a wife.