bracken and bramble as camouflage

thorns and nettles a mask that stings like deceit

because real time is not present

all entry is forbidden  

Looking through the window I could see he hadn't aged

I was up the drainpipe before you could say—

                                                    "this plan ain't ready"

I mapped out the stars but forgot about the land

The back door was double bolted the front didn't exist

Through the chimney I fell into the cellar

'whistle twice for yes and twice for no'

I heard absolutely nothing

Except someone whistling twice like I'd asked

My mother told me I'd have days like this

How dare that witch put a curse on the night

With no one in the house not even I

I wrote a letter and left it on the TV

rotten to the core

barred from the pub

can't make a decent cup of tea

and yet you think you're a wily one

you may be famous

and yeah you won't be forgotten

but you will be treated like you are dead

well before the event

and after you drop

with the stillness of a sitting cat

you will perch upon my mantelpiece

in an urn labelled 'forever persona non grata'

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