no shore there’s only sea
it’s all roundabouts and swings
clinging on to the kitchen sink
in a swamp of swirling ink
lost in the irony
all the snakes and lizard kings
wearing their suits of human skin
bet your gold they’re betting tin
so to those who i see smirking
when I’m standing on the brink
and to those of you just watching
if you’re here to see me sink
welcome to the party
would you like something to drink
the ghosts they circle me
smell the bated breath they bring
kicking off kicking up a stink
where there’s armour there’s a chink
fight for some clarity
through the mud and muck they sling
welcome in will they see the link
it’s a game no one can win
so to those who i see leering
when I’m sliding on the rink
and to those of you just pointing
as I’m slipping out of sync
welcome to the party
would you like something to drink
there’s nothing left to see
everything’s a fuckin’ thing
are these worn thoughts still mine to think
should I get me to a shrink
tied up in history
find the final leg and wing
now all hangs out we’re tickled pink
best just gaze into a bin
so to those of you here feigning
when i’m coating mine in zinc
and to those of you debasing
as I straighten out a kink
welcome to the party
would you like something to drink
deep breath and count to three
the weight of it does cling
but with no glass you’ve nowt to clink
hide or seek be meek or mink
don’t be in harmony
hunt luck and make her sing
the shadows come but don’t you blink
in it you can put a pin
so to those of you still waiting
as i take one on the chin
and to those here still debating
while i startup my starship
welcome to the party
would you like something to drink
-mjr