Parody – October 1995

Parody

caricatures are there in my sleep
of distorted people
waning like tarmac in the heat
i open my eyes to an even less real world
one so weak it is impossible to build
because it is all downhill situations
which as you know are rocky foundations
how are you meant to cope
when you have had enough
so much that you could choke
take away the problems, let me be free
do i wear a sign?
which says, fling shit at me
i have looked in a normal mirror
and i cannot see
we all cope, we are told, we get by
i have to find humour, i’ve got to laugh
if i did not i would only cry
and i do not like that
people seem less real than they ever have
dungeons contains secrets that never exist
happiness is a widow in a lonely world
how sorely it is all missed




James Garratt – Parody 1995