Boy Misanthrope.

Joe Orton said to me ( in a dream),
"Simon, son - you're wasting your time".
"You're not cut out for all of this".
"You're far too conventional "
He said other things too , unmentionable.

I bridled against this unjustified rally,
"Joe - no,no,no".
He replied - "Simon, yes,yes,yes".

You can't or won't sing in a pleasing manner,
You eat with your mouth full - you have no table manners.
You wreck the beautiful english language with your own home-spun grammer.

The little money you do make, you piss up against the wall.
You'll never play the Albert Hall.
Sell your pen and drink your ink,
Shove your songs down the kitchen sink.