You you you
And really it’s all you
And really it’s not me
Because it’s really you
It’s you
Who who who
Told me about the birds
Taught me about the bees
Took me behind the trees
All flew
Away away away
Never to return
Never to overturn
Never to U-turn
Never did you turn
To return
To the cistern
Of the sister
And the Mr.
In the mist, or
The frisbee disc-er
Golf golf golf
That you never taught me how to play
And I keep throwing saucers
Like
Cats dishes
Soured with Milk
To a horribly disfigured chainlink basket that is
You
You
You