SONG 21 : UP THE ROYAL MILE

My eyes are like dried up raisins 
My brain is on trial
My moneys gone down to the cleaners
My feet won’t take me up the Royal Mile
 
Feeling crazy, clumsy, foolish, deranged
absurd, peculiar, so weird
Feeling cheerless, woeful, pathetic, forlon
My hearts still in it, it’s the Edinburgh Fringe
 
From seven in the morning past the midnight hour
My sense are dumfounded by this theatrical shower
 
I’ve seen Sister, Confirmation
Eggs get around 
Head in the Clouds, Lands of Glass 
But now my feet won’t take me up the Royal Mile
 
I’ve seen shows by young female Muslim boxers,
Belgian feminists, Naked sisters,
But now my feet won’t take me up the Royal Mile
 
I’ve seen Mancunian cabaret artists,
Hardcore musicians and cross-dressing comedians.
And you know … It’s been great!

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