1

look at all the lemmings
loving
worrying
wanting
believing
blindly following
all the stoppings and stayings
the leavings and dyings
the sorry son no goodbyings
the unattended buryings
the forbidden crossings
of non-existent rings
round all those dirty, deadbeat, disposable things

2

it’s crushing

punishing

we need something

anything

nothing?

yeah – well – fuck you cummings