Don’t follow the conversation
Return to your own thoughts
Don’t listen to the singer
Write out your own lyrics
Don’t look at the bald man
Typing on his laptop
Think of your own programmes
On the luggable Mac
Yes, cast back to the graphs
Which you thought told the story
Think of the colour wheel
Where you believed in contrasting colours
Do not focus on the small memory
Or your complete data wipe-out
Think that you too can stroke
Your overgrown facial hair
