Kit Kelen #417 - scratch

417

scratch

an open letter to all institutions

you've knocked me up a little coffin

haven't you?

think I'll stay in there?

all velvet and cush

what a fine polish the outside shows

though no one's looking for long

what I've to do in there's well versed

you've tossed the script in with me

you've smoothed the pillow for my scone

it is tempting to have a little lie in

my hair looks right at last

tie straight

(when did he ever wear a tie?)

there's a kind of a mildew-y stink about

and other things get up your nose

reach a certain vintage and you're bound to feel embalmed

you bastards have really nailed it, haven't you?

each snug in your own

and mustn't grumble

it's a nice little earner

this box-for-each business

you'd liked me to raise my right hand

and sing some dreadful hymn

show the right signs of appreciation

and now you're lowering me into the ground

and what a lovely view of the lid

couldn't you have at least painted a sky?

no, six feet of planet between me and asphodel

there's little talk of resurrection these days

I've got my penny handy

you think you've got me all nailed down?

you think I'm going to stick in the box?

not this little zombie

no way