But can you dance to it?

consciousness streams like urine



we can be so unkind
when we don't know how to find
the spaces in the places
traces
of eachother
on the wall in the hall
round the corner
what's left is all
what's the name
on which to place the blame
for the sins of the skins
or the shirts
with their short, short skirts
what happened here we cannot hear
for fear the beer won't dry the tear
for victory over history
is a mystery to you and me
so surf the turf if you're turgh enurgh
and squeeze a sneeze from jeezus' knees
if you please
cause now's the time to mime the crime
in grime and slime
is it lemon?
no, I think it's lime.