Off the wall
But let’s keep up the ball
There were multiple Oswalds involved
End of the day, put nothing past the CIA
A lot of different masks, diverse tasks
Alphabet men broke in and stole my ID
I haven’t replaced it; if someone flashes it, that’s not me
It was on Friday evening after our tea
We were watching The Weakest Link on the BBC
When the window smashed, mam started screaming
The first of the schemers told me drop to my knees
And stare at the ceiling if I’m a believer
I was to tell them and not to deceive them
Whether I was a cult leader.
Alchemisland 
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