eye NEED thick as a brick....

today is....  september twentysixth....

today....  eye need....  thick as a brick....

eye really do not mind if eye sit this one out....

my words but a whisper....  your deafness a shout....

eye may make you feel....  but....  eye cannot make you think....

your sperm is in the gutter....  you love is in the sink....

so you ride yourselves over the fields....  and....  you make all your animal deals....

and....  your wise men do not know how it feels....  to be thick....  as a brick....

and....  the sand-castle virtues are all swept away....

in the tidal destruction....  the moral malee.... 

the elastic retreat rings the close of play.... 

as the last wave unovers the new fangled way....

but your new shoes are worn at the heels.....  and....  you suntan does rapidly peel....

and....  your wise men do not know how it feels....  to be thick....  as a brick....

and....  the love that eye feel....  is so far away....  eye am a bad dream that eye just had today....

and....  you shake your head and said....  it is a shame....

spin me back down the years and the days of my youth....  

draw a lace and black curtain....  and....  shut out the whole truth....

spin me down the long ages....  let them sing he song....