He Realised He Was Me


The spine was broken
Pages fell like tears to the floor
The title page was written on
The dedication was flawed
Rotten fruit still smells edible
Love songs may be out of key
The night may be clothed in black
Let's turn the light on to see
A man he shared my double bed
He got tangled in the sheets
When he awoke hard and naked
He realised he was me
Teenagers they buy diamonds
The elderly buy hour glasses
Sweet young girls let me shake their hands
The boys, I fuck their arses
When you split a peach in half
And find the marzipan in side
You sell it to an arab
And then you sell the hide
Oh ego you are my crown
Eagle you are my compass
Oasis palm you are my staff
Would I be destined to come last?
I grabbed the screaming lamb
I strangled it and cooked it on the fire
I prayed to Juno and to the whore
Dessert was the vulture upon the wire
As I stabbed the crackling flesh
With an erotic silver spoon
I felt a slight electric shock
That must have awoken all beneath the moon
It's true what they say
The finger can reach all the way down
One hand works furiously
The other works on what it has found
Sweet young boys let me shake their hand
Old men lean in and lick me on the chest
The evening arrives pulling my act together
And all I have to do is look my best

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