folds and folds of hurling whirling words come spilling out yer hole

dont intellectualize yer eloquent vomit when you rise

now peter had Paul dont have it I have it have it said I

in this rolling glowing growing stolen place that dont belong to me



it aint funny you say ok I had it up to here with you

this giddy little lifetime yer time my time dont agree with you

some temper axes in the fire some sharpen knives upon a stone

some chop up veggies in the hobart some use the bloody robo coup