Ooooh, ahhhh      I restored your mother's faith in men whilst boring you to death   Left nothing more than the circle of stubble rash around your chest   My life was saved by a packet of nineteen cigarettes   Carried in my left breast pocket, for a closest friend   A sleeping bag on the floor twists hips like buffalo horns    They said, "that boy's too lazy", you were clearly forewarned   A jealous ex silenced the room    (Shhhhh)   He said that you were a whore;   "Do you kiss your mummy's lips with that mouth?".      Ooooh, ahhhh      She imagined everything I said in falsetto;   The only way to justify my childish despair   I spent my last six fifty in a public phone box,   (Graffited genitalia from the ceiling to the floor)   Play reckless, rapid like a fruit machine.   I see gargoyles in the floral of the duvet cover,   You see melodrama move from one sentence to the other.   Many years practice of speaking in hushed tones