Onion- take 2

(Read Take1 before reading Take2, thank you for your co-operation)


The toilet cubicle was fit for a beanpole of a person. I stood on the toilet seat and tried to bash out the glass skylight with my bottle of facewash. As I did, the layer of glass seemed to magically replace itself with another. The bashing continued as I started to panic (the key fumbling in the keyhole grew more imminent), but it was like peeling an onion- tears included. Thankfully, like onions, all layers must come to an end. Only once hoisting myself out of the skylight, did I realise my in-the-nick-of-time escape. My sneaker (my good one at that- opposed to my left, bad one) had been pulled off by one of the men I was trying to get away from.

Still shook up by this close encounter, I was determined to ditch this popsicle stand. As I peered around the corner I saw small shrubs and bare bushes anchored in dusty sand. There was no sign of the men anywhere. A good chance presented itself, and I ran with it.

I looked up at the fence. Dismay, dismay, dismay! At the very top was a row of shark teeth barbed-wire. How was I going to get out of here in one piece? To make matters worse, there was a trench-like labyrinth of more mangled wires at the other side of the fence. It felt like a recurring theme here. First the glass onion skylight* (lalala), and now THIS!

*Glass Onion by The Beatles


You know the place where nothing is real
Well here's another place you can go
Where everything flows.

Looking through the bent backed tulips
To see how the other half live
Looking through a glass onion.

I told you about the walrus and me-man
You know that we're as close as can be-man
Well here's another clue for you all
The walrus was Paul.

Standing on the cast iron shore-yeah
Lady Madonna trying to make ends meet-yeah
Looking through a glass onion.

Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
looking through the glass onion.

I told you about the fool on the hill
I tell you man he living there still
Well here's another place you can be
Listen to me.

Fixing a hole in the ocean
Trying to make a dove-tail joint-yeah
Looking through a glass onion.