A Poem I Can't Remember The Title Of
I’d like to broach a subject that my friends find unbearable
It’s my memory
And it’s fucking terrible.
It’s nothing to do with laziness or a lack of respect
I listen to all you say, I just don’t always recollect.
It’s an illness, a stillness, like my mind’s been blinded
Yeah I’ll meet you down the pub,
I just need to be reminded.
It’s useless, toothless, a mental brick wall
I even forgot the plot
Of Total Recall.
Like a manual car without a clutch
Or a Braille sign that says, “Do Not Touch” -
It’s pointless
Like a breeze on the far side of Venus
It’s small and it’s shrivelled, like a cold man’s penis.
Like an itch on a knee at the London Palladium,
My memory’s like a fart in a football stadium:
Insignificant, largely irrelevant
It won’t engender jealousy in a clichéd elephant...
I’m not enjoying this toying,
It’s annoying as hell
Apparently I wrote this line before
But it doesn’t ring a bell.
My memory is cold
Like the old in December
I could tell you more but I just can’t…
oh…
um…
what’s the word?
It’s my memory
And it’s fucking terrible.
It’s nothing to do with laziness or a lack of respect
I listen to all you say, I just don’t always recollect.
It’s an illness, a stillness, like my mind’s been blinded
Yeah I’ll meet you down the pub,
I just need to be reminded.
It’s useless, toothless, a mental brick wall
I even forgot the plot
Of Total Recall.
Like a manual car without a clutch
Or a Braille sign that says, “Do Not Touch” -
It’s pointless
Like a breeze on the far side of Venus
It’s small and it’s shrivelled, like a cold man’s penis.
Like an itch on a knee at the London Palladium,
My memory’s like a fart in a football stadium:
Insignificant, largely irrelevant
It won’t engender jealousy in a clichéd elephant...
I’m not enjoying this toying,
It’s annoying as hell
Apparently I wrote this line before
But it doesn’t ring a bell.
My memory is cold
Like the old in December
I could tell you more but I just can’t…
oh…
um…
what’s the word?
