If it itches
Scratch it.
If a thought comes,
Catch it,
Passing things
Should not be missed
Eternity
Does not exist,
None of us
Know's where we're going,
'Cept into a blank unknowing,
Qualified by thoughts like these,
Else we're but a brief disease,
Pimple on the arse of dreams
Of all the things there's ever been,
So, should your arse itch
It's a sign which
Way your wind blows,
Where your luck goes,
Catch a dream and set it free,
Don't waste time on eternity...
Andy
Morley August 4th 2007