A fish in a bowl of feathers with hay and fire.
A hailstorm has come,
what are you going to do but pee on a bushfire.
Kill yourself, kill me as well,
And you will get all the treasures of Troy
And toys and boys, and make love for ever and more.
Love me, love yourself not,
What is there to fell but reeds in the Nile,
And so many miles ahead to the Blue Mountains,
Where love-birds and song-birds burn with cream and sugar.
Laugh, laugh out loud, we are crazy, we are smart.
We know nothing and fear all things.
Come into the pool of lovelorn lovers,
Let a scarab crawl into your ear.
Count the flowers in the sky,
And smell the holes in the earth,
What you will get is only two pineapples eating a watermelon.
Love seeds inside beads of meat,
And balls of fire rowing down the factory lane.
Happily, joyously down the drain.
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