Your true love gave you a mocking bird
Have you ever known a bird of the taxiderm to sing?
Your true love is a mocking you
And now you come to think he seems to like that kind of thing
Lately
He likes to pull your string
And in conversation a practised deceit
Far flung opinions whose points never meet
Beating your brow till you offer up defeat
Strange entertainment
The Derangement
Bold undertaker, apocalyptic chronicler
A sage on the page, high tower ringеr
Harbinger, sooth-light
With your vague epistolary sung into thе night
Is there any establishment impervious to your might?
Brave poet of the coming blight?
Two conversations are had in one verse
One holds an argument, one holds a curse
No-one is listening and still they go flailing
Strange entertainment
The Derangement
The leader of your island is botherer of god
He wants to lead the sinners to the trembling Land of Nod
East of Eden by way of Monaro
Bitter fruit needs picking in the Orchard of Sorrow
By you unbelievers, by you layabouts, you leaners
Three minutes long and a half is a song
But unless it gets played a million times it never left the page
They want it not to matter
They want it all to change
They want you to get used to it
So none of this shit seems strange
It's how they derange…
But a mad conversation is better than none
Once we stop talking the silence has won
Silence like after the bullet leaves the gun
Strange entertainment
The Derangement
