And a

Soup and a sandwich

But just mind your language

You'll do irreparable damage 

To your reputation.

And as for spelling

Don't you try selling

Books and education

Think of your reputation.

Try to talk about sex

You say sex with your ex

You say send me a text

Text away your reputation.

If you have paranoia

Well I'm here to annoy ya

It's as real as you make it

Reputation? Just fake it.

So soup and a sarny?

The world has gone barmy

There's a surrealist army

Stealing your reputation.

Evolution

A certain strange nastiness that prevails in hearts of people. You recognise it and turn away but it grips. Some explain it and excuse it as sin, original, inevitable and ultimately divine. That makes sense only if you want it to, if you want to shift the blame. It's not animal it's god. Not my fault. I see it more simply. It's man, desperate and frustrated  and ignorant allowing the lower part of a poorly evolved nature to rise and dictate. It's a blinding, ignorant light, a lazy angel drifting into a pool of poison. It can be avoided. It does not have to prevail.

This has nothing to do with the above, it's just a good illustration.

I arrived here in the rain,

there was a flood,

then it all began again,

rising from mud.

Are you surprised to be?

Are you in shock?

Here in the midst of chaos,

Taking a walk.