Nausea!
Harry Burgess
"Like Bob or Brian..."
I yearned to be an auteur, adroitly steering my steed
Faust fucks me and brings me flowers while I do my time
And I'm hacking spit at backhand two bit Freud
Just want to be alone
But he's had me here for such time that I'm starting to flake;
"Ossified anachronistic dude, there's a band of jackals to see!"
To whatever I resisted I have acquiesced
Hybrid fashion and odd consumption now we honour
Every other an occupying phantom glory passed
Torn asunder I came to the shore
And fantasised that I was something more than a waste of possibility
But all I am is all I'll ever be
Numbness sets as time goes by, it's weird
I'm so dizzy and apathetic
Can't see for the children kissing as all the good things die in horror