A one, two,
A one two three four,
I read a little dialogue,
Well, actually a multilogue,
Because lots of different folks chipped in,
And it made me kind of sad because,
No one seemed to listen.
And I thought, Roxanne, you don’t have to . . .
No, that’s not it,
I thought,
WTF,
If the Russians love their children too,
No, not that, something else,
People spouting stuff into the wind,
And thinking that, what we have here is,
Just a failure to communicate,
That doesn’t end so well,
Just a message in a bottle,
That no one ever finds,
Because London is calling,
Or something,
De do do do, de da da da.
I don’t subscribe to your, no, er,
Ziggy played guitar.
Like that.
Oh dear.