He didn't look like Willis, Wayne or Lee to me
but
she called him Bruce and I could see
he was the star of the show
and not me.

Quite sad really
I tattooed infidelity
indelibly
on the front cover
of a Woman's magazine
and
I knew that she'd seen it

and I caught
a bus
to Stockport
no fuss
just running away
and there'll be another Bruce
any day now

how does one cope
when this world that I live in
is the one without hope?

I could change my name
up my game and
call myself Clark
and
live down in Kent or
in the metropolis
but
I like being Cyril
really
I do.