in reflection, it was the bugbear
i have no one to defend
all the letters have conspired
to do me harm
he is elusive
no to mention sweet
peering over my beds edge
i spot his feet
who would have know how long he would have wait
not me that is implied
i feel he’s earned my respect
to reprobate
i’m all tucked in bed
my eyelids feel like lead
i can almost see him start
to salivate
where life begins i’ve always got a car running
thats right that s what is said
i’ve never used the spare
thats where
climber
