Sleep has his house of pity for the dead

Another empty threat born of bright lights in a dark room:

Your Calendar Tells You Nothing. Nothing!

German Byte, fair to middling,
Dogger Bank, Jellyfish Holocaust,

Sullivan says get off of the island,
Elbow room makes for malignant violence.
Video games and Chicken Cottage holidays,
Have a go heroes wishing they were far away.

That's an understatement.
We're squashed in the cracks between the pavements.

Sunspots, kumquats, where will the fun stop?
Why did Esperanto never take off?
Espressos, depressos, art sponsored by Esso,
Decorate your grave with a frilly full stop.

Stop the skin cancer, stop the rain,
I wish I was a miscreant maid again.

And a key to the UK shouldn't need cutting
But why the hell are we stuck in this rutting?
There's a view of Vladivostok from my window
And the caged bird sings still when the wind blows.

That's only a metaphor if you will it to be.
Will it work? Depends on how you bill it to me.

Who put the magnets in the soil?
Who rewarded sweat with toil?
Who died and made me again be born?
The lion or the unicorn?

Do you like to sit on the bay of the dock?
Do you like my megalithic cock?

Egocentric centipedes
Selling me a suitcase full of seeds.
I could die with a hundred smiles
Despite idolising crocodiles.

I ho hum, I ho hum,
I will chew guarana gum.

Who needs TV with the TV guide?
Who needs the maid when you've got the bride?
Who needs to explore when you own the map?
Let's just leap years and mind the gap.

German Bight, stripped of bark,
Biscay's better in the dark.

I could go on forever,
But why go to hell for your leather?
I'd sooner take coals to Carter Hall.
Finally! An end to it all.