Are you the cream of the crop?
Or the gunk on a snail?
With the bark of a dog
Put your eyes to the ground
When do you begin
To see
That the life you live is triumph
The rubbish in your hand
It's gold
When the doctor lays you on a slab
And brings your family to see you
Will he have to pose your lips
Into a smile?

Eyes wide open
Spread eagle, naked, dead on the dashboard
Pistol
With his nose to the grain
And what happens next
In this insatiable wet dream we call life?