In your room you’d framed your degree
Surrounded by postcards
Picked from the Athena gallery
You read me your poetry
Haiku – no irony
In the words of the prophet
Why was I the last to know?
And if you’re so clever
Why is it so hard to say
I don’t know?
Like they say life’s a bitch
Then you live a bit
In the Mean Time
We’ve burnt our millennium bridges
London, Newcastle
One of them works
Can you guess which it is?
In the words of the prophet
Why wasn’t I told?
And if you’re so clever
Why is it so hard to say
I don’t know?
So you want to be clever?
Let go
Ask your father confessor
He don’t know
Why don’t you try the professor
He won’t know
I don’t know
She said Je ne sais pas
Ah div’n nah
I just don’t know
