Down

You know me, I'm a rhyming ranter,
full of cynicism and satirical banter.
The self-proclaimed grumpy old git
who complains and rails that the world is s**t.
Can't put pen to paper without an 'F' or a 'C',
but the swearing masks the real me.
Yes, you think you know this rhyming clown,
but the rhyming stops me going down ....
Down.
Down.
Down
Down.
Down in the dungeon, down in the pits.
Down in the darkness where insanity sits.
Down in the dingy, daunting depths.
Down to desperation drawing breaths.
Down where the numbness feels no feeling.
Down where the air's not fit for breathing.
Down, down, down to my trembling state.
Deeper and down to my deepest hate.
Down to my loneliness, my isolation.
Down to my pain and my devastation.
Down
Down
Down
Down.
You know me, I keep on swimming.
At war with the world, but I think I'm winning.
Pass it all off with a poem or a story,
telling you all off for voting Tory.
'Belligerent', it's my middle name.
'Resilience' is the name of my game.
'Keep your chin up', 'stop wearing a frown'.
Don't let 'em see that you're going down....
Down.
Down.
Down
Down.
Down in the dungeon, down in the pits.
Down in the darkness where insanity sits.
Down in the dingy, daunting depths.
Down to desperation drawing breaths.
Down where the numbness feels no feeling.
Down where the air's not fit for breathing.
Down, down, down to my trembling state.
Deeper and down to my deepest hate.
Down to my loneliness, my isolation.
Down to my pain and my devastation.
Down
Down
Down
Down
You know me, I'm so laid back
I'm lying down ... you know the craic.
See I live alone in La La Land,
but I'll take you there if you take my hand.
Where Billy Liar meets Walter Mitty,
and the grass is green and the girls are pretty,
where golden pavings fill the town
and keep us all from going down....
Down.
Down.
Down
Down.
Down in the dungeon, down in the pits.
Down in the darkness where insanity sits.
Down in the dingy, daunting depths.
Down to desperation drawing breaths.
Down where the numbness feels no feeling.
Down where the air's not fit for breathing.
Down, down, down to my trembling state.
Deeper and down to my deepest hate.
Down to my loneliness, my isolation.
Down to my pain and my devastation.
Down
Down
Down
Down
Yeah you think you know me, the rhyming fool,
but you don't you know, you know sod all.