Looney Tunes
Looney Times
Warner Bros nightmare
Fucking insane deadlines
Beret wearing above the line
Creative nemesis
Little Acme anvils raining from the sky
Keep me leaping from toe to toe trying to get by
My neck is getting sore from looking up too long
Waiting for the piano and my last and final swansong
My meds have run out
I'm running on empty
Adrenaline and caffeine
40 odd cups of tea
Screw Alan Carr and his well meaning book
I need another smoke in a hidden little nook
Where nobody can find me to drop another bomb
I'm having a breakdown with remarkable aplomb
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