Coco the Clown

Coco the Clown is sitting me down
To explain the facts of life
God had no plan for why things began
But if things are nice, do the things twice
That’s his advice
I never did have any time
For therapy at all
My Wilhelm Reich Orgasmatron
Abandoned in the hall
All that cock and ball
Rotting through the wall
Grey at the temples now
With clay around my feet
Stiff upper lip and all that shit
The British like to Tweet
I lack what I lack
But I am what I am
So cut me some slack
I’ll cut you some back
It seems I made a fair old fist
Of bungling in the mist
But I did discover other people
Actually exist
I’m not a solipsist
They actually exist
All bungling in the mist
Coco the Clown is sitting me down
To explain the facts of life
There is no God apparently
But if things are nice
Do those things twice
That’s his advice
Such good advice