It’s letting in water
So he bails a glass at a
time
Not enough to slake his thirst
If only there were more time …
Lives flash before him
It’s so much of the same
And it takes so much time
He hoovers in the meantime, humming
Whistling whilst he mops the floor, rubs at the stains
Elbow grease and Radiohead
If only he were a stronger swimmer …
He’s killing time
Betrays his wife and child
Calls the office and his mother
If only they’d pick up …
He’s up to his neck in the water
On his knees He tries to
pray to sing
But he doesn’t know what boat he’s in
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