Find the weakest baboon , the baboon dressed in a blue dress

Where is a bolder sense? When will the flowers spring from my chest?

Passive extrovert, red inside and out

Dick sprung inertia creeps like ivy

Surprising me at first before it wilts and sets in

My own fear is excesses aegis protecting me from growing as my body ages

Bested by the flies that swarm to smell and a lack of movement

I present myself and I swallow my surety

I won’t admit it

So we best forget it

And I won’t admit it

So we best forget

I’ve a habit for pulling flowers from the bush

Plucking off the petals one by one and then chewing off the thorns and swallowing them whole

Wincing as they graze my throat

Without at all recognising why I swallowed them whole

And I won’t admit it

So we best forget

And I won’t admit it

So we best forget

I gnaw and I spit out my own flesh

Razor sharp pin pricks of want fill my head and coalesce

Drunken stupor mess ingests then reflects

The frailty of my lust and willingness

I gnaw and I spit out my own flesh

Razor sharp pin pricks of want fill my head and coalesce

Drunken stupor mess ingests then reflects

The frailty of my lust and willingness