Ah La La

Okay, I’ve spent weeks
Sorting through
Pieces of corpses
And leashed corpses
In piles of cash
In piles of cash
Wandering in Eden
With the dead
While I’m soaking up the sun
On all the altars
Of the oval track
Of the oval track

Ah la la
Sealed up like tadpoles
In tiny little bulbs
In a joke
Of carpenters and dentists
Of pale crystals
Of pale crystals
Of oceans of shit
In disgust
Of brothers in ether
Lice of the old owl
And of anencephalics
And of anencephalics
Peace in quiches
At a low price
Like a rusty axle in a poodle field
And of psychopaths
And of psychopaths

Pathetic
Tito
Ti-paul
TV
Ti-con
Ti-rooster
Ti-ass
Ti-bag
Chummy
Old clunker
Whores
Coco
Cash
Body
Hey there
Cocoon
Cuckold
Calendar

Ah la la

Time is struggling, worse with every sigh