Chalk

It's half past nine, I have some wine

It's raining and feet wet

I lay here, I'm colder now

I meet them in a group, we ape my talk

There's things I long to do

But sometimes you need a clue

Let's get some glue

Darkened skill, it's raining still

Standing in a brick enclosure, drinking wine

I feel wet from nights before

The rain floods through the door

I gave up glue

When I got home I said "I'm ill, I'm going to bed

There's got to be more than this"

I found out there is