The heat is on - I'm drying the bedsheets
On the radiators, having washed them -
But that's not the only source of this heat
There's aches and pains in elbows and knees when
I play guitar, walk far, or try to run
When will something go right, big style, or will
It all prove wasted effort to go on
Trying to succeed when everyone's still
Deaf, dumb and blind to all but a quick thrill
Or searching for someone they can exploit
For their own ends, competing with my ends
They are so often oppositional
Or indifferent, keen also to compete
For attention so grudgingly given
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