I've got a new paragraph
You there with sand in your shoes
Have the look of someone about
To try and sell books to me

You've got a look in your eye
And you are not what you seem
And the lines you are feeding me now
Are not just your new master's dreams

These storms will come when the sky is grey
For the rain it raineth every day

I'm the corrupter of words
I shine everywhere like the sun
I live by the church and all the rest of this stuff
I just do for fun
You leave me nothing to say
It's the same every day
Every day.

But words these days like a glove's embrace
Turned inside out for a slap to the face
But all this time it's all the same to me
I'll drink my fill and I'll fall into bed
A tosspot me with my drunken head
But all this time it's all the same to me

They've undressed you at last
And since I'm nobody's clown
I've made a note of your tricks
And I'm going to write every single one of them down