Zoned Out

I’m doing a roaring trade
In the task of explaining myself
I’m reaching a vanishing point
Am somewhere on a shelf

A sophisticated sniffer
Of jam butties in the mines
I beg to agree to differ
I think I’ve forgotten my lines

Perhaps I’m pulling your leg?
Not me, that isn’t fair
Words wave to distraction
And phrases to despair

Ma is merely my mother
The faithful are the few
Another one is another
I think I’ve lost a screw

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