an open letter to all institutions
you've knocked me up a little coffin
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
(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