Got me nice war music. Got me marching orders
From armchair generals. Was hidden straight
Was tucked in pretty. Come get me when I blare
And beacon crimson red in the street,
Come get me when I curse. I see well how
There’s more than an arse in the sea. Wait !
I meant fish but fuck it, I said arse. Now git !
My inner Tourette hollers world’s gone to shit
In a spit. Listen, when I played Myst,
I played with my wife – Whatever – We solved
The riddles except for one. And this one kept the
Game going until now. So, I ask again and I ask nice
Who the hell are you to tell me to shut up.
Image credit : Peter Sellers
Frédéric Benqué 