I’m piering at Wigan from a distance;
unlike Southend it’s got me bemused,
I think I’m on the road to nowhere;
because I’m so easily confused.
Up and in,
down and out,
in unhappy Londres
and gay Paree ,
I am beholden
only to me.
A visit to Binary Room 5,
where my elder sibling looms over me,
like a jackboot above a face.
Now, throwing snowballs at Napoleon,
the animals went in two by four,
some moreso than others.