Morphine and Cancer Cocktails
if you go down in the woods today
not much
always having
a paper on hand
for kissing on tele
and
eating our sweets
the wrappers
stuffed down
the side of the chair
not much
you're sure for a big surprise
not much
drunk on whiskey
driving
laughing
singing
shouting
geronimo
when us kids
asked
the name of that indian
not much
da da de da in the woods la la
not much
wiping his mates brains
from his face
in the heat
of the cameroon
bone and blood
matted hair
not much
picnic time for teddy bears
not much
his pet goat
in winter
they would ride
a sled
down the hill
and the goat
would pull him back up
not much
la la la la la le la le la la la la la la le la
not much
wearing his sisters shoes
walking home from school-
having bit the teacher-
he leapt
into a ditch
to escape a Me109
not much
are you there mother
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