Groans grow
Growing out a horizon groin
Growing from the selfish joys of a quiet, ill reputed boy
Groans roam and skip like when in Rome
Roaming between what we build and what grows on its own
And I can't pinpoint who's the pinner

The bowler
The bower
You [bad word] coward
Standing behind the front
Spine timely unspinely
I watch you watch your watch as I ramble on
'Bout when I was in front

Maybe I just want to want to