Get back behind the fence
17/11/2004
weeping your dildo pies
you were lost
lost in surpise
finding your donkey's shirt
falling around
in rancid dirt
filling your bum with acetate cherries
you felt cold
and slightly hurried
back in the church full of cheese
you're over the moon
ooh yes please
resounding chorus of parboiled lizards
coming back home
to complement your gizards
and rhyme without reason makes no sense
but we're in charge
get back behind the fence
