On bad days I’ll be talking to the one who’s in control,
I call him on a telephone that’s buried in my soul.
It’s something I’ve been doing ever since my life began,
but only when I want things or the brown stuff hits the fan.
It’s silly cos I often say that he does not exist,
so if he does I bet I’m on his “do not answer” list.
I guess that would explain why there is no-one talking back,
perhaps I just imagined him to make up for the lack.