Pursing lips around a plastic nozzle
making you put a lid on it
take disgust for your vitamin D minor
in a gadda da vida

When they shoot the sun out of the sky
separate the water from a melon
blow up concrete like balloons
how am I holding a rocket on a stick

Words are shoved
down my parched throat
by verge cutters with
a helping of bible quotations

In a field of poppy
the creator likes to scythe
it cuts sharper when soggy, but
everything turns to mulch anyway.
 

Translation: Trevor Scarse