There is no time when I am fine
And the wind does not mention your name.
It is like the feather that fell, so far from William Tell
And told of Empires and other stories again.

The apple of my eyes and the shyest part of my life
So fat and tipped to win every race.
Obama disgrace and theatrical shamed face
How can you be Xanadu when tomorrow is denied you.

Sporty brassiere of the weariest traveller
Who does not allow the pear shaped marauder
To murder the time with benign gashed fashions
On the legions of angels still dancing around his heart.

This is what sets us apart as you spend for darts
Down the alley man’s pub so that Ali can’t stub it out
In Afghanistan wear the man is not wearing Pistachio any more.
You hiring type of fellow who knew my teas spent hello
So I could read of the transcendental mellow
Which blocks me from 3 pointers today.

This is what I say!
When the day is so long
That each nation has a song
And the charity to sing left
Is that right wingers have the gift
To see who will win the race
From time and chance in all places:
So that I was last but one
To my friend’s lonely song.