The London Poem

I'm in it now up to the balls
In the town...
Where the beautiful people feeling ugly live
And everybody without exception is jealous and awful.
Of course this isn't true, but then neither are you...
Generalising about the world is the outlook of the child
Activate the forbearance of the adult and demand better wages.

My teeth, your teeth, her teeth, his face, her legs, etc
Not counting tables, chairs, dogs and cats, birds, tripods, squirrels etc...
Would you say the total number of legs in London was odd or even?
Remember to consider the amputee in your calculations.

Down down into the stinking morass of your fat white round ass
Down down to the centre of town to see who's around...
Down down with ideas and up up with feelings of fear
Chuck a spear at the heart of the fart machine
Look it's almost totally covered in my nut-cream.

I've almost sort of got one third of a plot of land with a shelter
But to keep selling up my blood and guts to keep up the money is hell to pay,
just to have a place without robbers to sleep at the end of the day.
But shhh... there's no sense in programming yourself for such suffering.