On the radio Jeff sings a song Namechecking all the countries In the world In reality: He has only been To Argentina She was called Paula Her breasts smelled Of chicken Nuggets.
By eight Linotte spits out 800 words Like cherry stones They hit the white Such is the excitement! All these shapes Fit together Black out The screen Or the paper-
Life, I whisper Into her tiny blonde ear, Made you spread them In a dust cart Somewhere in Slough And now,cramped tight Crabbed with fear You think of carnies, Circus folk
Your house Has lots of instruments, You show me the Steiner That your dad likes to play He should have been A professional. Your house Has 16 guitars, A silver dobro, A double bass.