NOTHING TO DO BUT LOSE YOUR MIND As the minds start to stir a Dollop of madness into their Mixes the lock-down drags On leaving some with No recourse but to disconnect And let go for there is nothing Else worth doing. The library in town is shut Whilst my own catalogue is Being read with a gusto that Suggests i wont have much Left for my planned old-age And then the horror of no Pubs being open. It’s been the three longest Weeks of my life until now Since i last walked in and If it weren’t for this here Writing i’d surely have been Dragged off by now by a Mental health nurse. The other night i was sat Here, because quite frankly What else is there to do, Nursing a beer and some words When the downstairs flat Came alive with a voice Booming out song after song. Childhood memories of hating The pop music of my adolescence Came to haunt me as first she Tortured me with some heavenly Delight courtesy of a former Go-go and all i wanted was to Either hide, remain silent, or Put down this laptop, climb from My chair, pull Damaged off my Records shelf and blast it until She learnt not to confuse me with One of those losers she used To hang with during her school Days as i think we’re about the same age.