Nothing to see here
The text below has been centrally aligned, which I believe is the standard warning that poetry may follow. Should you prefer watching crabs fight over a doomed sandcastle to a synthy post-rock soundtrack, click here.
When is and was
(and in and)
went to see
and saw
that is was was and when was who
they stopped, these two, and swore -
Bugger they said
This is confusing
In a land of is and was and this
of who and which and when
where was is is and who is where
and when will all this end
here and now
is all we have
and if that doesn't seem like much
go and in and
and I to I
(and such and such and such) -
(it'll be no less confusing
but ands are nice:
two touch
____(and touch
_
_________and touch,
Seriously. What are you still doing here? You could be watching seagulls being complete bastards, and crabs that seem to have been filled with ink for some reason...* You're a fool unto yourself, I tell you. A fool unto yourself.
(Anyway, sorry, the above was a bad E. E. Cummings rip-off - I've been reading his poems on and off all day - they're bloody marvellous - and apparently I just couldn't help myself. As for the video, I'm mildly baffled by it, and it's not nearly their best song - this might be - but there's a line or two that sort of fit in with the above, so I guess the link stays).
*or is this usual?