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2: His Majesty The Baby

Crooked smiles, twisted eyes and a toothless grin

I hate his majesty the baby
His bowels and bladder uncontrolled
Sitting astride a throne of nappies
As though his shit were made of gold
As though a cherub on a fountain
He suckles breasts as big as mountains
Then pisses freely on the women
Who so lovingly surround him

I hate his majesty the baby
The bald and dribbling little git
The polymorphous little pervert
In every orifice a fluid
Born in a filthy burst of semen
Some tosser planted in a woman
The spitting image of a tosspot
Let us assassinate the despot!

And if you cooing mothers should come cooing around me
Will you be ready for the struggle, the struggle to be free
From the instincts of your gender, from your social role as mothers
When I execute your tyrant will you claim me as your saviour
Or simply tear a traitor limb from limb
Fuck my imbecile brother, then begin again?

I hate his majesty the baby
In my pathetic jealousy
I hear the voices of the ladies
Demanding what he's done to me?
This bastard's shitting on my shirt
I'm deep in excrement and dirt
I demand a revolution!
I demand an execution!

I'm well versed in fencing, playing the lute, and rhetoric
I am toilet trained and elegant, an effervescent wit
But the girls prefer the company of a balding little pisser
It is mothers who make men misogynists
They could have kissed me, they chose to kiss
A stupid, stinky little pool of piss

I hate you, imbecilic women
Who gawp around His Majesty
Don't you know he'll grow up, God willing
A twisted little shit like me?
I tossed him off one day at lunchbreak
One human life is not that difficult to make
Let us assassinate this despot!
His Imperial Majesty the tosspot

O King, now you have reached the Age of Reason
The facts of life are laced with treason
There is going to be a sudden palace coup
And my new mistress, Madame Guillotine, will soon be nursing you...

Crooked smiles from toothless gums
A grating voice and a stinky bum
Mongol eyes and a toothless grin
The king is naked -- let's do him in!
It's time to rise up free from tyranny
Wouldn't you rather be with me?
I'll show you, ladies, LIFE
And its imperial majesty


3: My Pervert Doppelganger

I've got a pervert doppelganger
He came from over the sea
He hangs around doing sexual crimes
And the blame is getting pinned on me
The blame is getting pinned on me

Whenever that pervert shows his face
My friends all think he's me
They give him records by Squarepusher
And a box of Japanese tea
A box of Japanese green tea

He's taken a flat in Smithfields now
Where refrigerated lorries unload dead cows
They call him the Smithfields Ripper now
And the rap is getting pinned on me
The rap is getting pinned on me

And now my pervert doppelganger
Has got my girlfriend's phone-number
I gave her a warning, but yesterday morning
She cancelled her date with me
'And made it a date with me!'

I went to the flat of my doppelganger
I'd copied my girlfriend's key
I waited in a cupboard till they both came round
Then jumped out very suddenly
Jumped out very suddenly

And now we get along like a house on fire
The police took away my doppelganger
He's a high security prisoner now
Being held under lock and key
And everybody thinks, thinks he's me

And when the lorries unload their cows
Their hogs, their heifers and sows
In piles of slithering meat
I give my girl a treat
With unstoppable energy
Can the man in the mirror be me
Can the man in the mirror be me
Can the man in the mirror be me
Or can it be

My pervert doppelganger

4: I Want You, But I Don't Need You

I like you, and I'd like you to like me to like you
But I don't need you
Don't need you to want me to like you
Because if you didn't like me
I would still like you, you see
La la la

I lick you, I like you to like me to lick you
But I don't need you
Don't need you to like me to lick you
If your pleasure turned into pain
I would still lick for my personal gain
La la la

I fuck you, and I love you to love me to fuck you
But I don't fucking need you
Don't need you to need me to fuck you
If you need me to need you to fuck
That fucks everything up
La la la

I want you, and I want you to want me to want you
But I don't need you
Don't need you to need me to need you
That's just me so take me or leave me
But please don't need me
Don't need me to need you to need me
Cos we're here one minute, the next we're dead
So love me and leave me
But try not to need me
Enough said
I want you, but I don't need you

I love you, and I love how you love how I love you
But I don't need you
Don't need you to love me to love you
If your love changed into hate
Would my love have been a mistake?
La la la

So I'm gonna leave you, and I'd like you to leave me to leave you
But lover believe me, it isn't because I don't need you (you know I don't need you)
All I wanted was to be wanted
But you're drowning me deep in your need to be needed
La la la


5: Professor Shaftenberg

He's a polyglot, a psychopath, an androgyne
He likes to handcuff Japanese girls hanging upside down
He is rampant like the stallion
He wears the gold medallion
Of the Royal Order Of Reprobates Of Lichtenstein

He's a bondage fan, a gastronome, a sensualist
Unparalleled for sinister lasciviousness
In a love hotel at half past four
He'll purchase schoolgirl underwear
Meet Noboyushi Araki for dinner there

Professor Shaftenberg
Professor Shaftenberg
He is sponsored by Lufthansa
To screw the pants off Japanese girls

The professor isn't home right now, so this is the real me
I want to grind bones with a naked baby cow
I want to squash the squid and jump the junk
I want to peel the pample mouse pink to the pulp
Part the fronds and enter this , my magical place
Let us sing the song of innocence and experience

He's a zoophile, a hydrophobe, a lotus flower
He carries patent leather snake oil for his penis power
When it's time to fuck their socks off
He boards his flight at Tempelhof
Countdown to Tokyo and zero hour

Professor Shaftenberg
Professor Shaftenberg
He is sponsored by Lufthansa
To screw the pants off Japanese girls

You are culpable but highly fuckable
I'll bring you home by midnight, death by chocolate, the horn by stealth of moonlight
I'll stab you to the hilt
Satin you and jasmine you and, finally, critically
Drink the ectoplasmic jet
Grip and grab three hot bags of girly goddess head

Professor Shaftenberg
Professor Shaftenberg
He is sponsored by Lufthansa
To screw the pants off Japanese girls

The Professor isn't in right now but I'm his bastard cousin
The funky little pervert Reverend Hyde,
One superbad dude, come to my pad , let's collude and let's collide
Clasping and gasping, climax in unison, spermatozoon, clapping, coming
Consummate, original, stunning from start to finish in performance and execution
Invoke the deities, shock the pants off several
Choke on sacred bread and pollute the holy wafer
Inject a cloud of jism in the middle of the holy water
In clouds of unknowing I want to know
In places I have never been I want to go
I want to get my rocks off till my cock pops off

Professor Shaftenberg
Professor Shaftenberg
He is sponsored by Lufthansa
To bore the pants off Japanese girls

6: Shoesize Of The Angel

I liked him from the moment we didn't quite meet
Ignoring him by accident on Threadneedle Street
He was buying you a flower
He was speaking on the phone
He couldn't wait to get home

His eyes remained blind to the undescribed friend
At your house he remained violently calm
At my house, where you never came, you spoke about him all the time
You were a very faithful woman

Speak up, answer me
What do you say?
I know he doesn't please you in a sexual way
I know he's cold-blooded, I know he's far away
But never reveal the shoesize of the angel
I said to my friend with indescribable lack of charm

In the corner of the mirror he glimpsed the angel Michael's shoes
I was crouching wearing them, sitting on a chair, right there in full view
Obvious to both of you, terrifying, ridiculous
Amidst no suspicious hairs

The sofa hid behind me while he failed to disappear
So I caught a bus in daylight, and your conscience was clear
You couldn't get enough of his disappearing love
And so you never telephoned me

Speak up, answer me
What do you say?
I know he likes undressing you in white, cream and grey
I know he's got no money, I know he makes you cry
But never reveal the shoesize of the angel
I said to my friend with indescribable lack of charm

The things you'd never spoken of seemed to turn him off
I worked out what you saw in him
Irreversible love
In full view of their boyfriends, I attracted no new partners
And you saw nothing great in me

Speak up, answer me
What do you say?
I know he likes undressing you in white, cream and grey
I know he's got no money, I know he leaves you dry
But never reveal the shoesize of the angel
I said to my friend with indescribable lack of charm

With indifference I fail to meet you
You will not be learning my name

Shoesize of the angel, shoesize of the angel, shit!

Ha ha Beelzebub, stick him in the bottom with a Vaseline tub


7: The Age Of Information

This is a public service announcement

Ladies and gentlemen, we are now entering
The age of information
It's perfectly safe
If we all take a few basic precautions
May I make some observations?

Axiom 1 for the world we've begun:

Your reputation used to depend on
What you concealed
Now it depends on what you reveal

The age of secretive mandarins who creep on heels of tact
Is dead: we are all players now in the great game of fact instead
So since you can't keep your cards to your chest
I'd suggest you think a few moves ahead
As one does when playing a game of chess

Axiom 2 to make the world new:

Paranoia's simply a word for seeing things as they are
Act as you wish to be seen to act
Or leave for some other star

Somebody is prying through your files, probably
Somebody's hand is in your tin of Netscape magic cookies
But relax:
If you're an interesting person
Morally good in your acts
You have nothing to fear from facts

Axiom 3 for transparency:

In the age of information the only way to hide facts
Is with interpretations
There is no way to stop the free exchange
Of idle speculations

In the days before communication
Privacy meant staying at home
Sitting in the dark with the curtains shut
Unsure whether to answer the phone
But these are different times, now the bottom line
Is that everyone should prepare to be known
Most of your friends will still like you fine

X said to Y what A said to B
B wrote an E mail and sent it to me
I showed C and C wrote to A:
Flaming world war three

Cut, paste, forward, copy
CC, go with the flow
Our ambition should be to love what we finally know
Or, if it proves unloveable, simply to go

Axiom 4 for this world I adore:

Our loyalties should shift in view according to what we know
And who we are speaking to

Once I was loyal to you, and prepared to be against information
Now I am loyal to information, maybe I'm disloyal to you
My loyalty becomes more complex and cubist
With every new fact I learn
It depends who I'm speaking to
And who they speak to in turn

Axiom 5 for information workers who wish to stay alive:

Supply, never withhold, the information requested
With total disregard for interests personal and vested

Chinese whispers was an analogue game
Where the signal degraded from brain to brain
Digital whispers is the same in reverse
The word we spread gets better, not worse

X said to Y what A said to B
B wrote an E mail and sent it to me
I showed C and C wrote to A:
Flaming world war three

Cut, paste, forward, copy
CC, go with the flow
Our ambition should be to love what we finally know
Or, if it proves unloveable, simply to go

8: The Sensation Of Orgasm

For the sensation of orgasm
Civilisations must rise and fall
For the sensations of orgasm
We build the society of spectacle

Oh these are beautiful powers
And these are beautiful human rights
And we have beautiful lawyers
Freedom is keeping us up all night

For the sensation of orgasm
Cultures accumulate energy
And for the pleasure of citizens
Allow the transgressions of chemistry

Oh these are beautiful powers
And we are dutiful citizens
And we elect by desire
Yes we elect only pretty things

Famous performers who win applause
From the anonymous everywhere
Show us that life is just metaphors
Sex is the air and the atmosphere

Oh you're such beautiful movers
And your performance was fabulous
You think because you are lovers
You were the ones who invented this

Each day I build a great tower
Where they speak thousands of languages
Oh these are beautiful flowers
And these are fabulous sandwiches

All the sensations of orgasm
Here in the congress of intercourse
These are the rights of the citizen
You may shout till your voice is hoarse

Oh these are beautiful colours
And this is lovely arithmetic
This system's been designed for us
It's such a pity it makes us sick

All the sensations of orgasm
Empower me afresh with a rush release
All the sensations of orgasm
Patrolling the borders with love police

9: Anthem of Shibuya

Seagull Screaming Kiss Her
Violent Onshen Geisha
Elli Bitch in Zion
The most beautiful girls in Japan
With this national anthem
This patriotic song
We salute Shibuya
Tokyo, Japan

All the information
We need to stay alive
Cutie, Spring and Olive
Kileini Naritai
My electric organ
Plays a little tune
The anthem of Shibuya
Tokyo, Japan

Walking in Shibuya
Clothes and record shops
All the little lycee girls
Wearing super-loose socks
We type on Olivettis
We suck on Chuppa Chaps
Munching baby castera cake
And Shibuya rocks

Archigram and Hinano
Kyoko Okasaki
Keigo Oyamada
The magnificent Bruce Lee
My electric organ
Plays this little tune
The anthem of Shibuya
Tokyo, Japan

Qui est in?
Qui est out?
Cho bery goo?
Cho bery ba?
In Shibuya
In Shibuya

My electric organ
Plays this little tune
For the spirit of Shibuya
Tokyo, Japan

10: Lolitapop Dollhouse

Tell me I'm allowed to play the Fender Jaguar
Like the Velvet Underground
Tell me I'm allowed to hammer on a drumkit
Crazy for the love of sound

I'm gonna tear my playhouse down (Lolitapop Dollhouse)
In a babypop wall of sound (Lolitapop Dollhouse)

Bad girls are exactly who they want to be
And bad girls see exactly who they want to see
Bad girls are allowed because they're just too proud
To care what people say, they do it anyway

I'm gonna tear my playhouse down (Lolitapop Dollhouse)
In a babypop wall of sound (Lolitapop Dollhouse)

I'm sick of being Alice in Wonderland
Sick of living in Victorian England
I'm sick of being a porcelain girl in a porcelain world
Is that all you ever wanted me to be?

If you want me I'll be shooting with the junkies
If you want me I'll be swinging with the monkeys
If you really love me smash the walls around me
If you really want me take me how you found me

I'm gonna tear my playhouse down (Lolitapop Dollhouse)
In a babypop wall of sound (Lolitapop Dollhouse)

Tell me I'm allowed to be
(Baby you're allowed to be)
Tell me I'm allowed to see
(Baby you're allowed to see)
Tell me I'm allowed to touch the world around me
(Baby you're allowed to touch the world around you)
Tell me I can make love to anyone anywhere
(Baby you can make love to anyone anywhere)
Jump into the crowd
When I'm wet with sweat and the music is loud
(Baby you're allowed to jump into the crowd
When you're wet with sweat and the music is loud)
That's great!
(That's so great!)

11: Tamagotchi Press Officer

The Tamagotchi will speak to no-one today
He does not even read your paper anyway
We cannot guarantee he will appear at Cannes
And if he does he'll do no one-to-ones

He is asleep
And when he wakes he will need to be fed
Then he will sing
Then he will go back to bed

No interviews with Mr Tamagotchi today
We are dismayed by your attempts to invade his privacy
Please go away! Please, go away!

His painting exhibition is at Andrea Rosen
His rock band rocks the Buddokan
And his book 'I, Tamagotchi' is in its third impression this week
But Mr Tamagotchi is asleep

No interviews with Mr Tamagotchi today
We are dismayed by your attempts to invade his privacy
Please go away! Please, go away!
Goodbye!

Please go away! Good day! (Hoppit!)
No interviews today

12: Space Jews

They have us taped
They have us pat
They are extraterrestrial, extraterritorial
Where did they come from? No-one can say
One possible explanation is that they

Are Space Jews
Jews from outer space
Sent to walk amongst us
To improve the human race
Space Jews
Jews from outer space
They gave us a messiah
They gave us a morality
They help us lead good lives from up above
They are Space Jews
They're giving us a message of love

For them we're clear
They see right through
All the stupid and murderous things we do...or would like to
The Nobel prize never goes to the goys
Who split the atom?
Einstein, Oppenheimer and the Freuds
Every one of them

Space Jews
Jews from outer space
Sent to walk amongst us
To improve the human race
Space Jews
Jews from outer space
They're doctors and they're lawyers
They're astronaut philosophers
They're holding up a mirror from above
They are Space Jews
They're bringing us a message of love

We are from Earth
But they're from space
And that's where we'll all go one day
If we have enough faith
Together we'll colonise the stars
They can take us that far
Mr Spock on the Enterprise will be our guide
Vulcans too are Space Jews...

And I really admire them
I really want to be like them
And when you want to be one
That's all you need to feel like one
For in the words of one of them
Theodor Adorno:
'Soul is just the longing
Of those with no soul
For redemption'
So why don't you come and join them?
Space Jews
We're bringing you a vision of love

13: My Kindly Friend The Censor

I insert my (censored noun)
Into your welcoming (omit)
And ease it slowly down
The whole length of your (unfit)
I begin to (taboo verb) you
As you gaze back with a smile
Which almost triggers my (word missing)
But don't (unacceptable)

My enormous (word deleted)
Is in between your lips
You clasp my (crossed out plural)
With one hand on my hips
I feel your warm (unsuitable)
I'm about to (slang, taboo)
I love being (questionably phrased)
You clearly love it too

But there is someone standing over us, here for our own good
Who takes the words out of our mouths as we do the deed
He collects them in a bag with a peevish little sigh
In case innocents or grandmothers should somehow happen by
Oh our kindly friend the censor has our best interests at heart
But my love song is now missing all its most important parts

I give you (inadmissible)
You respond with (phrase removed)
I (cut) you then (blue-pencil) you
With (obscene: restricted use)
We (substitute a euphemism)
I (censored) in your (too obscene)
Finally (edit) on your (blank)
Just thinking of it makes me want to (criminal act)

But there is someone standing over me, here for my own good
He hands me back the words I need to sing about my deed
They are wrapped up like confetti in a small brown paper bag
With some non-transparent sellotape so you can't peep through the cracks
Oh my kindly friend the censor I am shocked
When I open it and read 'vagina', 'penis', 'suck', 'cunt', 'cock'

Oh my kindly friend the censor, this cannot be what you mean
To distill the very essence of obscene?

14: The Animal That Desires

I am cursed with a strange delusion:
I imagine myself to be
The only creature in the world that desires
And reproduces sexually

And everybody else is an amoeba
A tapeworm, a eunuch or virus

(Nicholas, don't be so ridiculous, Nicholas)

So I sit on the tube trying desperately to conceal
This embarrassing anomaly
This sin particular to me

For I, uniquely, must carry the rose
I, uniquely, have a cock beneath my clothes
And dream uniquely lewd dreams in front of multiplex screens

IT'S AS THOUGH I
(AND I ALONE)
SHOULD BE PUNISHED FOR THE UNIVERSAL SIN
Which reminds me of someone
But I am not like Him
I am the only animal in the world that desires
Wandering lost amidst cathedral spires
Sacrificed on behalf of the general
Possessor of an unruly genital

Amongst the dead I beat my breast
Proclaim my sinful proclivity
For simply living outside captivity
Sexually, as if I were unique, and the world uniquely unforgiving

Somebody please understand me!
Tell me you feel the same way!

(Nicholas, don't be so ridiculous Nicholas)

So I sit on the bus trying furiously to conceal
This inexplicable lust, this outlandishly physical zeal
That, if I were to reveal, would seem simply surreal

In your eyes when you realise
I think differently from you
Amidst the phallic towers
Amidst the birds, the bees and flowers
The people too


IT'S AS THOUGH
I (AND I ALONE)
SHOULD BE PUNISHED FOR THE UNIVERSAL SIN
Which reminds me of someone
But I am not like Him
I am the only animal in the world that desires
Being ushered towards my funeral pyre
The example, the victim, the criminal
Possessor of an unruly genital

Won't someone understand me
Help me bear the strain
Say they feel the same way
Say I'm not to blame


15: How To Get - And Stay - Famous

Lord, tell me how long it's going to take me to get famous?
Will it take a week in vaudeville, a season in pantomime, two years on the west end stage
A decade or maybe more?
Because I can't afford to wait till I'm dribbling, bald, toothless, spineless and brainless
I don't believe in your afterlife and your posterity
But, if they exist, I must be at least half the way there
And Lord, what if it takes a decade?
I am no longer young
Show me the road to fame, Lord, show me that road
Or just the road to the next whiskey bar

And Lord what will it take to get me to be and to stay famous?
Am I going to have to sell my soul to the stylists and the tailors of this world
If I'm not to go down in history as one of the failures
Lord, teach me the boy band dance routines
Above all teach me to be tame, bland, blind and blameless
Cos that's the hardest thing of all, to be aggressive and yet remain harmless
To edit out my impure thoughts when you know so well, Lord, that I'm shameless
Principled, amoral, provocative, confrontational and shameless

And Lord, how long did it take you to get famous?
After you'd created this fantastic planet and all the animals upon it, that creep about upon its surface
It must've taken a million years or more before
Anyone even thought to give a name to the nameless
And then, in the blinking of an eye the backlash came
The cynics crowded round saying you didn't even exist
Oh, fashion is fickle, Lord, you know that more than I do
The backlash always comes, no matter what you've done
Created a world or that difficult third album

And the Lord said:

Don't ask me, I have no idea
All I know how to do is how to hide
How to hide and disappear

Lord tell me, where will it take me, what strange place will it take me, being famous?
Am I destined to be rich beyond the wildest dreams of men
Will I rest at last between the breasts and legs of delicate oriental girls, and make babies?
Will I be transported back to the house where I was born in a limousine twenty foot long
While a crowd stands by foaming at the mouth like dogs with rabies
Will I be borne on the shoulders of the crowd
Will I be taken from the back of the stadium to the front of the stadium to the back of the stadium
Tossed around and shocked by what was allowed?

And Lord, who do you have to sleep with in this town
Who do you have to go down on to get famous?
Lord tell me what soundtracks do I have to do, what drugs do I have to do, how old is too old
How many free copies should I give away with every album sold?
I'm not trying to say I'm fit to dine at your table
All I'm saying is we all use the same tricks if we're able

Lord, I have friends, I've watched them, one by one, become famous
While they complimented me on my songs, I smiled in my corner alone, watched their inner birds
Spread their wings and fly
Though I had an inner bird too, Lord, You know, mine remained a swan in cellophane
Trapped under a glass ceiling, a bird in a transparent cage
Lord, why do this to me? Why let me die having given me a bird and never let it fly?
Lord, why? Why?

And Lord, tell me, how long did it take you to get famous?
You who sent your dearly beloved son down to walk the planet earth and be amongst us
You who chose to give him sensational powers so he could do tricks much better than ours
And work miracles to impress us?
Lord, you did it for the publicity, I know, I understand
But then the backlash came, we turned on your son and he was slain

No matter what you've done, the backlash always comes
Created a world, given your son, or your difficult third album

And the Lord said:

Don't ask me, I have no idea
All I know how to do is how to hide and disappear

So I said:

Lord, if that is all you can say to me
Share with me the secret of your immaculate obscurity


16: 2pm

Post morning, pre-mortem
I promised the ghost of Meleager
I would marry Deianira
So I went to Calydon where Oeneus was king
Stopping to fight the rivergod Achelous on the way
I won when I broke his horn

In the pyramid at Giza
I become lost in a succession of chambers
I am blind like Homer yet strangely I still see
Screenprinted cows and silver foil
Gigantic ants scuttling on a motherboard
While I sew with Ariadne, the white rabbit
Scurries away down next door's burrow

Two in the afternoon
In an ephemeral hospital
The radio therapy ward is filled with tiny lights
A pile of dim barely perceptible earth in a heap
And spiritual distant music
At two in the afternoon

I wander in Venice with Von Aschenbach
Seeking a lost child in a red cape
Coughing blood
And the swine of Circe come running to their deaths
Maddened by the singing of the sirens
Winter fog rolling in off the lido
Sometimes a god crosses your path here unannounced
In the pyramid the mummy grows mouldy at the last
At two in the afternoon

Haile Selassi orders a stamp collection to be brought
Lifts the stamps with tweezers and places them back
I leave him to his pastime
For time will probably pass regardless
I strike out from Alexandria to the Athenian apartment
Of my ninth year
Lycabetus blasted in monastic rock
The hot mountains snow capped with marble
Dust storms over Psychico
Lime Cordial on Eucalyptus Square
Where is it now?
And where also my Parisian child bride?
Into the sea they flow
With Villon's medieval snow

Four legs in the morning, two in the afternoon
Three at evening,
Flat on our backs by dawn

Two in the afternoon
Gracchus the hunter joins me now
He offers me the oars and I row
From one Greek island to the next
While Gracchus writes, if it be possible so deep in death to write
The secrets of the world
In the margins of a little girl's spidery pencilled Spice Girls scrapbook
Picked up from the ground in Hackney

The crows of Tokyo are sombre umbrellas
Flapping atop telegraph poles in the rainy season
A writer hurries by dressed in a restrained check pattern
Composing in his head the 31st syllable of a tanka

Leigh Bowery is sitting at his sewing machine
Corpulent, pale eyed
Flash forward: he is stammering 'a few more days'
As they threaten to turn off his life support machine
And the ECG bleep goes spastic

Slavic women decorate their anguish with ullulations
The mongolian terror is fresh in their memories
Grim dawn comes from the east bringing carrion
Over the grass of the highlands
Gulls girn, denouncing all culprits
The skull prickles, the hairs rise
Poe indulges in voluptuous melancholia
Polysyllabic
Like the grass the horsemen know we perish

For me it's 2PM
For the moment life goes on

And the Minotaur plays Nintendo
Basho squats before the emperor
The former thirteen and a half year old genius
Exposes himself in a subway passage
To a halfwit girl he scares half out of her wits
As Brahms completes his Requiem

Shakespeare and the Bishop Of Winchester
Are teasing the fraus in the stews of Southwark
They are baiting bears in the nearby pit
The arena has been flooded
Shakespeare and the Bishop take their seats for the re-enactment of
The sea battle between the Genji and Haike
The imperial boat is already on fire
The battle was lost centuries before

Deianira agrees to be my wife
We purchase an ivy green Lexus, flagship of the range
And live, discreetly luxurious, in a premier shell loft conversion in the Hollywood hills
The converted observatory at Palo Alto

Three at evening,
Flat on our backs by dawn
For me it's 2pm
For the moment life goes on

Four legs in the morning, two in the afternoon
Three at evening
Flat on our backs by dawn...



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