Spoken
I was
Ramona A. Stone
I started with no enemies of my own
I was an artist
In a tunnel
But I've been having a mid-life crisis
And I've been dreaming of sleep
And ape men with metal parts
I've spat upon deeply felt age
I've hid my hearts in
And I hate the funny coloured English
We'll creep together you and I
For I know who the small friends are