I'm sick of reading poetry That doesn't rhyme or scan And I'm sick of the pretentiousness Of Literary Man - I hate the blatant snobbery And 'artistry...
There's a wall around my bed. You can't see it, but it's there. I can feel it in my bones. I could burst through if I wanted to And run to Mummy But...
They're the people who shop in the Bear-Factory And cry with Oprah. They're the people who buy huge Valentines In pink. They're the people who laugh...