it arrived today, at £5, bargain,
i think i’ll just **** my cheek off
into a rhythm the album provides,
i’ll smile later and much later
laugh falling asleep to it bitterer
than hearing the words of woman
like i might hear the strings on a puppet
with woman the puppeteer that sounds like:
oi mule! bring another dozen of the tarantula larva
for the feast dubbed marriage.