Down on the kitchen table
The cat is licking me and giving me his tapeworms
I'm ditching the world of hygiene
Throwing away the soap before it's a sliver
I'm losing my kitchen temper
Crushing heads in frying pans, lying to mother burning her fat hands
I might ditch my liberator
And run off with a fat impotent dictator
Oh, but outside in the bright nights
Lights flicker in hotel rooms and suburban bedrooms
And mother is absent selling aids, blades
Dollies to incontinent wallies
On patio evenings
Whilst down in the city square
Is the young conservative who might save us all
The earth quivers
Oceans are torn from their beds
Fish float to the top of their aquariums
In painful spasms
Squirming lungfish lie gasping
In the Talbot ventilation shafts
Oh, but outside in the bright nights
Lights flicker in hotel rooms and suburban bedrooms
And mother is absent selling aids, blades
Dollies to incontinent wallies
On patio evenings
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