Talking Backwards

Walk down to the car

Look round

Do your math

There's a time for everyone

But time is creeping fast

Now let me introduce

Someone you once knew

Walk backwards, walk

Tell me when you reach home

You said you were autistic

But you really had a cold

I think of your ideals

Think really hard

And write it down in rhymes

As stupid as a land mine

Stick with your kind

And tell me when you've gone blind

Write us another poem

A sermon

So that we can talk backwards, talk

And fetch it from really far

You said you were artistic

You could read in the dark

Think of your ideals

Think really hard

And write it down in rhymes

To make it more believable

Stick with your kind

Tell me when you've gone blind