My Cynical Excercise Talkshow Boy

I'm happy here
With my mediocrity
And this banality
Cos it's my life
And because it's mine
For me to despise
My cynical exercise
At least I tried
And I'm still wise

"At the end of the day
At the end of the line
When push comes to shove
All you need is love
And maybe a hug..."
Said The Fool On The Hill
Whilst high on drugs

So just let him be
To Let It Be
He's the local freak
So just let him freak and die
Cos he cares naught for thou
Nor the why and how
Of all the disaffected passers-by
The flâneurs in the now
All dissecting this scene
And they just let him gawk and weep
You can never know what life means
And so you cling to belief that it's a dream