Memories of Vortex

Birthday Rick gave us chocolate

Slip of the tongue and then a swallow

Birthday Rick gave us chocolate, us chocolate

Front of the crowd, tap on the shoulder

Wonk in the head, lasting for hours

Pulling my head from under the covers

In all my glory

 

Broken birdie feather

Doorstep tears in thick of winter

Home truths for me

Front of the crowd, tap on the shoulder

A chance to look, over the other

Splashing my face, with the cold water

In all my glory

In all my glory

In all my glory

In all my glory