Androgyny
follows me as I walk a mile,
I sit on a bollard at the side of the road, which to all intents and a purpose, lightens the load,
time for a snack!
wonder what delights Mother decided to pack?
ugh
salad,
christ what a mess, egg and cress all over the place, but like everything else I face this with fortitude,
drink!
American cream soda, going to unload that right now,
crossing the road I'm into the 'Brown cow' a shady little spot in the snug, by the bar, a pint of best bitter and a bit la di da, I order a ploughman's, crusty and sweet, which to all intents and a purpose is 'right up my street'

I walk another mile in the day of many where any if few ever knew me or waved as I passed and at last when the Sun starts to shrink, I start to think of androgyny
which follows me.

then I sing,

androgyny, why is it you follow me,  is this why I'm falling through these words that I write for you,
destiny, what music you play for me, is this an affinity with a word that is killing me.

Mother tells me to wash behind my ears before tea, I chew on a piece of toothpaste to rid my breath of the smell and taste of beer, it's
all very queer where I live.