Sonnet #1

When all you say is eh, em, no
And keep my arms at length or bay
The madness floating by so slow
Will have to pack and on its way.
When all you speak is politician
And words are just to fill the time
You're not much use to a boy on a mission
If you make him feel he's commiting a crime.
So go on and do whatever you do
And all the best and fade to black
It's not your fault we mixed makes blue
It's not my fault you don't talk back.
Whatever, whatever, I guess it is never,
The answer is never so fuck it, whatever.