Disingenuous

Them's the brakes, watch me crash land

On fields of idle miles, hard-worked by barren hands

Droughts of mouth bring doubts to love, I'm whistling drinking songs

And thinking, slowly drinking his gin

All the live long

You're perfect for taking me to heart

But I spy shades of disingenuous

A fortnight's fitful sleep on my eyes

Is there something stirring in the silence that I might weaponise?

No fun, I touched one once, I want to touch two of them twice

You turn your weakest shoulder to me and ask "Will I suffice?"

You're perfect for leading me on

To the stage Tommy Cooper died on

You're perfect for taking me to heart

You're perfect for playing your part

You're precious for putting me on

But I spy shades of disingenuous