Disaster disaster

I wake up in the morning

Empty headed and light

Give myself a few moments

Till my brain sets itself right

And then I think of nothing but disaster, disaster

It’s all disaster disaster

I think of all I’ve done

And I think of all I said

The greatest catastrophies

Of anyone living or dead

I set my hair into a quiff

The mirror asks pertinent what ifs

And everything just seems to spell disaster.

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