Rough And Tumble

Oh monday tumbling relentlessly on back around
The
mobile clamours rapes the fading waning night
My eyes are stuck they're glued
together
Gonna be tough to gauge the weather
Nigh on impossible to gauge the
morning light

One thought transforms itself it slithers lazily into another

An inch becomes a foot that slowly not so surely
Puts itself unsteadily
tentatively one foot
One foot before the other

I wish to God I wish to
Christ that I could draw on some reserve
A thicker skin a wholly non
depletable reserve

Would take the rough
Rough and tumble ups and downs
Oh
would the rough
The rough become
The rough become the smooth

Remove the
stubble
Shave the furrows
Shear the furrows from my face
Lock all that shit
some damn safe
Some deep impenetrable godforsaken place

Would take the
rough
Rough and tumble ups and downs
Oh would the rough
The rough
become
The rough become the smooth

Remove the stubble
Shave the
furrows
Shear the furrows from my face
Lock all that shit some damn
safe
Some deep impenetrable godforsaken place

Would take the rough would
take the rough
Would take the rough the rough and tumble
Would take the
rough
Would take the rough