Nothing

By John Cooper Clarke

nothing isn’t anything it’s tasteless and it’s flat nothing if it’s anything is even less than that I’ve got that certain nothing no one can do without the Spanish call it nada I call it nowt I’d take the train but don’t care to travel by myself all the way from nowhere to get to nowhere else nothing ever goes on nothing never ends say nothing to no one it’s nothing to do with them nothing going on and on nothing wall to wall it happens once and then it’s gone leaving bugger all

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