Creatures                     

I’m sick of those creatures                             C

They slide and writhe over me                      Am

With no thought for the vain                         F

No pain or disdain              

They continue , without you                           Em / Dm (?) maybe G

I’m sick of those vultures

They circle and swoop over me

With no sly underground

No sound for the pound

They just circle , and circle

I’m tired of those monkeys

They toy and laugh about me

With no elegance in place

No face to replace

They swing , from the trees

And it’s moving along at a fair lick of speed             F / G

Standing alone on this plastic trapeze                       C / Am

And I must say … it’s brought me to my knees         F / G

I’m suddenly hopeless

Bereft of the words to say

That I’m un-fit to rein

With a stain on the brain

It’s unlikely , and un-like me

I could write for 24 days

And still never get to say

That it’s all been too much

The crutch is as such

It’s the end , don't pretend !

That it's....moving along....