There are stripes on my T-shirt
oh **** me
it won't hurt
or shoot me and that's
what I wrote.

On a slow boat to somewhere,
but definitely not China
I wine and I dine her
but she doesn't care.

In the left luggage office,
the officer greets me and
at
the old railway station
she wants to meet me head on,
but too late
I am gone.

I am gone now
and
somehow
still here