Please don’t smile (I think you’re vile)
Through blurred peripheral vision
There are three people I sometimes pass
A fleeting glimpse of three vile pimps
A piper, a fiddler and a hammer
I don’t know them and they don’t know me
I know what they are but they don’t know me
They are followed; but not by me
Something looks up at them; but it is not me
They are watched, but not by me
It is Mumbo Jumbo, but they don’t see
As I pass these horrible three I never turn to look
Simply because I do not give a fuck
You may ask why I write all about their delusional plight?
An awful plight that breeds such spite
...OK, I’ll tell you why
I was very merrily walking home way past noon
I slipped but did not fall
I had happened upon something rather unpleasant
I tilted my foot and looked at my soul
And there it was
A piece of shit
Upon closer inspection I realised it had been there all the time.
Oh the immutable three, they will soon see.