Backwash

It became a muscle, a hustle to be a Jack Russell

Whose head was deaf and once again binged the Big Brother boxset

He knows about self-satisfaction, his nose looks like a toe

And anytime his watch would die, he'd trip over himself

"Hello," he went to the sink and put Vaseline on a trout

"Hello," eventually spoke like a wheel on a basking shark

He advises it, revises a bit and too much to be ignored

And then he saw a wall, a wall, a wall, a wall, a wall, a wall

He wakes up, he hesitates, and not too confident

And locked in a bedroom, over, under again

In the middle of it all he habitually cut them off

3/16, broke his machine, prepares to be himself

Over-shelved in blank, over-shelved in blank

Over that a cat, a pillar

A knick, a knack, some bloke just there

A prick, a prat, lovely magic

New knees, a stick, a wick

A wig, the lick, a private in-joke

That bloke just spoke a shark attack

New to that

Overthought it, still was excited

Still needs improvement, but that was perfect

Dirty forward, back washed

No one looks cool around a wasp

I can barely tie my shoes, get in a strop

I give dirty looks to people reading books who

Say they don’t watch cartoons or anything that is blue

I think I really like you, try to say something new

I wanna eat your perfume, I wanna be your—

Cat, a pillar

A knick, a knack, some bloke just there

A prick, a prat, lovely magic

New knees, a stick, a wick

A wig, the lick, a private in-joke

That bloke just spoke a shark attack

New to wall, wall, wall, wall

"Hello, hello," nice to chat while his teeth are falling out

"Hello," eventually spoke like a wheel on a basking shark

He advises it, revises a bit, and too much to be adored

And then he saw a wall, a wall, a wall