14 May 2012
Isn't there something So ever beguiling Of tell-a-tale canines And Downing Street doors
Chase down the waif With her arm In your trousers You're done
Won't you please tell me The fish are all dishes Ready to serve And willing to die
Talk to the boy With his heart In the earth You belong
Give me a diamond Leave me in spades Run me a hundred Close up your mouth
Look for a Lord In his wife There's affection The song
Build me an altar Safe saving protection Sequel to death What may become
Down down a pint Of wood and cold liver Lick at the bars Pick at the crumbs
J. x
Picture Yourself • Opuss № I