Ya Heaven, He Seen it. Heaven’s Fool Right Now.

Before there were fads there was a thing called fads.

Shit fell right into place.

Like a nose, lips and pimples all belong

Up someone’s arse or on someone’s face.

There is a plan. And on it planet.

Then planet us. Now this, now that.

She’s all in whack and still on track

So we shan’t lack when we come back,

For another.

Thank you, friend.

Barry out.