I have entered the age of incomprehension
Possibly because of the infernal confusion
Up there in my old lofty pigeon
Due to a blow from a truncheon
Not even wearing an hearing aid
Would sort this inner devil afraid
Did she say a bunch of arseholes
Or announced the next batch of households
Should I say I am too old for this piss
As Donald trumpets talks of peace
When I understand nothing any more
And everyone seems to be a freegin’ bore
Someone said political progress
I really heard decrepit congress
My brain has passed beyond the age of reason
So I could be accused of deluded treason
For thinking she said towards the future
When in truth I heard tower of King Arthur
It could be my past mixing with eternity
Which makes as much sense as the nativity