Boxing Day, the 26th, a fist fight with my brain.
Crackers, hats and roasted meats; they all emerge again.
The medication's taking hold; I feel a little odd.
Owls swoop in a parliament and whales hunt in a pod.
Little facts and trivia help keep me in the zone.
Tweets and texts and Gmail chat appear upon my phone.
Perhaps I'll go out for a walk, I wonder to myself.
Or watch a festive movie, like Home Alone or Elf.
The Bodyguard is the biggest selling soundtrack of all time.
A traditional mojito's made with lemon, rum and lime.
Hivemind dominates my life while nothing else distracts me.
But if it wasn't there at all, well, just how dull would that be?
Owls swoop in a parliament and whales hunt in a pod.
Little facts and trivia help keep me in the zone.
Tweets and texts and Gmail chat appear upon my phone.
Perhaps I'll go out for a walk, I wonder to myself.
Or watch a festive movie, like Home Alone or Elf.
The Bodyguard is the biggest selling soundtrack of all time.
A traditional mojito's made with lemon, rum and lime.
Hivemind dominates my life while nothing else distracts me.
But if it wasn't there at all, well, just how dull would that be?
