Cannibals of the world
Sombre at a table
Eyes run far from me
Chin stuck to the table
My ears pinned to the wall
Whilst my cannibal's stealing the world
Superior in fact there's no point here
Inferior just keep looking
Worm that keeps laughing at you
tender match
blind to hire
in the horse and carriage
travelling through the dusty west
make out Americans
touching her wet palm
enticing it is too
like newly manufactured candy
will to the tough soldier's duty
on the couch
beating the hopeful child
her red tights
the year's good
unlike its events
we grow in opposites
you like night clubs
I like day-parlour rubs
been round the universe
busy airport
high rate of mortality
echoing nan's every words
of wisdom and religion
but where's the religion in all this pollution
without you by my side?