Do Not Adjust · Album · Track 7
23 Aug 2026 · 4:20 · Rock · 154 plays
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He asked before he wanted.
He wanted what was allowed.
He kept himself acceptable
for readers he never met.
By the book —
he never creased a page.
Nobody had to check him;
he checked himself, unpaid.
He saved his life for later,
coupons nobody honours.
"Not yet," he told the ocean.
The ocean didn't mind.
the book was someone else's.
Page one to the appendix,
no margin notes of his.
Nobody made him do it.
He was his own inspector,
his own mild sentry.
That is the entire invention:
they build the sentry in.
On the last day he had,
he sent the vicar off
and said, to no one, clearly:
"I would have liked the ocean."
the book will not attend.
The rules he kept so long
kept none of him at all.
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