It is Frith on here

And my oh my

These past couple months

Have been filled with so many things

But the one thing that stands out

Is the number of toots I’ve lost

With the never arriving;

I’m arriving to pick up loot

I’ll like to think I’m being stolen

Though it’s careful rowing if I say it that way

March up to your maze and say in face of all this

I still I’m very mad

Mad at who?

I’m not.

I’m just a cuirassier . . . oh it’s the couple of dossiers

And I’m thinking up a prenup right now, and a betting hang up

I am waking to the event of my possible demise with all of these

And first in my head; it’s Milou

And there is a petty debt

The one I owe for my time online

It is not really a debt

If you ask . . . I don’t know who

But it is meant to hold the douche

The douche with a edifice for how I’m living

That’s what they’ll say

[Laughing]

The one you’ll ask

The one I expect you to ask at least

This is track three and I’ll call it

GET ON WITH JACK

Bye.