‘Party With Your Eyes Closed'

He doesn't think humour is necessary
He doesn't ‘get' personality
And he doesn't see any advantage in friends
He wears the squarest clothes out
He keeps his work uniform on around the house
And he gets excited about TV shows at the weekend

He thinks he's a ‘bit mad'
When in fact he's a very ordinary man
Who has at some stage stumbled across the pretence
That cramming every class ‘b'
Into his face, every couple of weeks
Somehow endows him with that elusive ‘edge'

The profound delight you take
In the rotten and the mundane
Has created a dearth of serotonin for my own head

There's a whole life
You don't yet know
Full of high times
Lying low
There's a party if
You'd like to go
Where you can party with
Your eyes closed

He's of medium height –
Slight –
But he hangs around like there are elephants' testicles beneath his armpits
He claims his body's like a brick
That he could break you like a twig
And that there are nails in the toilet pan after he takes a shit

He's supposedly so unfailingly hard
But if anyone reappeared from his past
He'd break down and weep like a little kid
Bygone years as a flat-footed wallflower
Have informed the numerous present hours
Spent on desperate attempts to convince that he has lived

I can't work out how you net
Such flawless happiness
When you have absolutely nothing to ‘put in'

There's a whole life
You don't yet know
Full of high times
Lying low
There's a party if
You'd like to go
Where you can party with
Your eyes closed

An inexplicable state of affairs
Is that you make so many people care
You're constantly throwing loved ones away
You are beneath contempt
But then, so am I, so I'll go ahead
And hold you in contempt all the same

There's a whole life
You don't yet know
Full of high times
Lying low
There's a party if
You'd like to go
Where you can party with
Your eyes closed.

 

© M.A.Tovey 2007