I haven’t taken a bath
it’s been two days
exorcise me from my ill ways
my skin is some dirty rag
burn it in bonfire
roll my ashes and smoke
but be careful,
hide under a cloak
my teeth they have yellowed
from too much drinking
too much sitting
and too much thinking
my nails they have grown
taller than eucalyptus
hold them by your hands
run over them a bus
my hair
my hair
oh they are already gone
I sold them to a king
without a throne
I wait for the evening
to bring to this world some light
and some water
for this poor man’s delight.
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