Art keeps running, but wackness runs after
And when art saunters, wackness runs faster
When art soars, wackness slides a tackle
When art’s floored, wackness cracks a cackle
I found Art sighing, cos wackness seems stronger
Wackness is done, but Art’s working longer
Art is shocked cos wackness seems so simple
He worries about nothing, she worries about a pimple
Art and Wackness, strange bedfellows
Destined to doom from when they exchanged hellos
Art decides to put a stop to the darkness
And curses the day she fell in love with wackness
So she packs a suitcase, and heads to Kent
To start anew, with lessons learnt
She sets a date with her hair dressers
And goes to shop for brand new sweaters
She crawls to bed feeling brand new
Something seemed different about this new life, true
She woke up with a bounce and with gladness too
Till she looked in the mirror, and saw that she was wackness too
15th June, 2009
00:27am