Curses, invocations   Weird bate-headed mongrels   I keep expecting one of you to rise.      Large buxom obese queens   Garden hogs and cunt veterans   Quaint cabbage saints   Shit hoarders and individualists   Drag strip officials   Tight lipped losers and   Lustful fuck salesmen   My militant dandies   All strange order of monsters   Hot on the trail of the woodvine   We welcome you to our procession.      Here come the comedians   Look at them smile   Watch them dance an Indian mile.   Look at them gesture   How aplomb   So to gesture everyone.      Words dissemble   Words be quick   Words resemble walking sticks.   Plant them they will grow   Watch them waver so.      I'll always be a word man   Better than a bird man.