Brown

The colour or the PM? You decide...

Brown, brown, all-pervading brown
Brown the ground, the floor is brown
The sky, though whispy cloud sprayed, brown
The sun, once weak is now cast down

The pavements of this town are brown
The satin of your gown is brown
The down-blown boughs, Trafalgar brown
The wind that carries, howls, is brown

The lake that carries fowls is brown
The fowl possessor's cowl is brown
The dull and heavy mound is brown
The sword, once sharp and proud is brown

These streets I walk around are brown
Downcast my weary frown is brown
And ground into the rot and found
Once deathly pale, now deathly brown

Now dancing to the sound of braying
Horns about the fortress, down the alleys
To the taverns, round the people to the mummies
In the tombs and on the barstools
In the world and in the arseholes
In the girls and in the b******s
In the liars running faster
In the flyers in the masters
In the cars and in the markets
In the hearts and in the gutters
And the flagging banner flutters
And the gutting candle gutters
And the rutting mental cutters
And the shutting-up of shutters
And the windows and the shatters
Shitting brown, brown all-pervading brown
Damn you Autumn, damn you down
Down to hell, invading brown
Take my soul and paint it brown.