Ask grandma
what the man saw
bring the pail
with the hand saw
what the man saw
what the man saw
poor boy
poor boy
with the hand saw
with the hand saw
tell me again
in your honeyed words
my sweet olive oil eyed beauty
i loved you more when you didn't move
i loved you more then
but tiny gifts crawl under your breasts
tiny blessings make my love swell
call them love call them maggots call them romance
call them faggots
but call them something so they feel like something
call them dumpling call them humping
call them something so they feel something
in order to live
they suffer each other
until they make each other's suffering great
and teach as a child
to lover another
and grow from a child a lover to hate.
