PsychomanThat’s bert

It’s a joke I tell myself. One day you’ll make it to the place of shiny clouds.

Where they drive beautiful chrome cars down the street to small, cozy restaurants where the interesting people go for a drink and some interesting chat. Not going to happen.

They don’t want you to be there. You’re too old. Too Bold. And ugly. And shouty.
You are a complete psychoman for thinking they want your razzle-dazzle-pop.

But that’s Ok. They would bore me witless after fifteen minutes.