I won't panic
I did it yesterday
So long
As I'm moving
I won't panic I should think
Any admission
Of bitterness felt nowadays
Is always
Tinged with not moderate guilt
You partied hard
In your final week
And you wanted to cry too
But you held it
Tripping over all your things in the fire-escape
So this encompasses
Many of the problems
I was forced to acknowledge
That Christmas I broke down
With some broken bits
I felt ratting around
Best days go
Benefit of backward sight
Dear Man, you idiot