Oh gentlemen, swallow your breasts!
Because the wind makes so mockery of men
Yes, your soul becomes a fish
You swim in idle waters
And drink other fishes' piss
The soul feeds on fish
On piss, puss and men
Who in turn become,
As you have become, a fish
No, not even that
But the symbol of fish
Hooked by the baby flash of maggot
A ripple of life in tin
This tin could become your world too
So choose between this or water
Choose between tin and piss
Do you still feel thristy now?
Are you thirsty now?
Are you thirsty now?
Are you thirsty now?
Do you still feel
Do you steel feel thirsty?
Do you
Do you steel feel thirsry, thirsty now?
Are you thirsty?