I fancied myself a poet today
And lo! I took a yard
I'm always seeing ambulance backwards
And for that, I pedal New York City
I ate raisins at Columbus Circle
I thought about the military
Oh, I cannot lie, upon moving the cheek of my pantleg
I know, I know I can be a bit ruddy
Thoughts were infinite, varied and repeating
I think I was almost happy
No sex, my wounds were open
Blood and shit and ass, we heard the drumming
Oh, I cannot lie, through public hallways, a memory amused me
Once I slipped on a burning wheel
Lord Thomas, true, Jolie was there
How marvelous, self-amusement
Then later by the water
Tired, I reflected upon the splendid day
Just that, I cannot lie
I'm always seeing ambulance backwards
I'm always seeing ambulance backwards
I'm always seeing ambulance backwards
I'm always seeing ambulance backwards
