Babble like a Pentecost flame
And subtle as a varicose vein
Your heavy glad-hand
Burst my bubble with its lady-lite shake
I thought I'd need a playful escape
But your eyes already gone glazed
It seems a black hole had opened up right in the middle of my face
You go full frontal
And start buggering, brown-nosing, flesh-press the room
I'm like the man who cuts your lawn: invisible
You’ve gone whole hog
A chest-thumping fiasco while pigs mind the store
I'm like the man who cuts your lawn
Pressing is a dangerous game that consumes the patience as it rubs raw
And by the time you taste for the strange
You’ll lose a lover and mix up the names
Remember back in the days of old
When they would stick, stab and burn you
Well all that scrubbing at resentment’s stain
In the end left a lily-white snake
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