Silt drips from above
I couldn’t fucking work there
Mud drops on your shoes

A fine lace garment
quite unironically
soldered to a chain

Fuck your maggot shit
Fuck these half sunken bike frames
Fuck this dirty air

I want a fresh breath
And a fresh breath-ed wo-man
With all the trimmings

A bit of cooked meat
In a small plastic sealed box
Salad for effect

You must understand
In an underground mine shaft
Everythings boring