Drift in and out like a fair-weather friend
It's ok. You've been carrying troubles.
Help me back with some logs.
My trousers are funny.
They probably need washing.
You know, there are so many people
Losing tonight.
They reap constellations
Without relising,
It's a shame for them.
I need reassurance,
I am a social person
Who fails to socialise.
I eat apples to make
Bananas seem good.
I run, and make myself
On the spot.
I am the man who taps
Words he worries about.
With a man sat before you
Whose men disappear like
Diamonds,
and 24 carat for a space.
andywentyfourcaratforaspace.
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