Fuck me with your words my love
Fuck me with your words
I am an imitation of your void
Yesterday I found an unusual spoon on Margate Beach
It appeared to have been based on an Inca warrior
I placed it carefully into my satchel of many colours
Before the owner returned it was as easy as stealing golf balls
Busy but very bleak the beach was busy but very bleak
The word simplicity can be so empty
But at the same time so full
You know I often go into battle
With my sex kitten eyes
And my innocent sword
Within my gentle grasp
But the battle has already been lost
It was lost many years ago
Through the betrayal
Of our fathers
And our fathers fathers and their fathers before them