Pages of faint black blotched ink found in a bin with no history.
Beating the ground with bloodied up fists.
Waiting around for the secret list.
One more thing, retract that last statement.
The size was too small but it fit in the dressing room.
No returns and no cash back, sorry sir.
Excuse me please, you're being quite absurd.
I've waited and waited.
I've shouted and shouted.
It's never enough to decline all the fakes and the jokes and the yokes that's been wasted on stupid and outrageous folk that I spent all my youth with.
You'll strain on your wide open mouth as it shouts and you'll make it be heard.
Have I been living one big lie all my life as my questionable ways start to fail?
Or is this life all for real?