On the way home from the Blade Bone,
You see a lot of wriggle and drone.
All the shamen and some gay men
Walk it back as they wriggle and drone.
On the flightpath, after the bloodbath,
It's a feast of wriggle and drone.
My favourite pop group
With their drumloops
Lock it down as they wriggle and drone...
All the subtle links are severed
To the coiling arcs of pleasure.
Though it seems it lives for ever -
There's nothing left but wriggle and drone...
So bracing, south-facing,
In the sun we wriggle and drone.
On the back foot,
When I last looked,
You couldn't move for wriggle and drone.
All the Greek boys, with their bleak noise:
Ruritanian wriggle and drone.
Feel the blastwave from the Batcave:
Cataclysmic wriggle and drone...
There is nothing left to hope for
Or to push the envelope for.
Not inclined to drop the soap for
Anymore of that wriggle and drone...
On the shake-down
We had a scrape round.
All bound for wriggle and drone.
With the grindcore
On the shop-floor.
They're all for wriggle and drone...
On the blindside
Slightly pie-eyed
Won't be denied some wriggle and drone.
Out in deep space
And at the duck race,
We got a taste for wriggle and drone...
Quite a lot of now or nevers.
Surreptitious use of feathers.
All those classical endeavours:
File 'em under wriggle and drone...
(Wriggle has a thing that doesn't quit
Drone has a wriggle inside of it)
(Drone gotta wriggle on the blindside
Wriggle got a drone it cannot hide)
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