Listen here you thing
Give me back that coat
I bought for you
In our black summer
Remove those purple socks
Nanna made for you
That worst christmas of all
Strip those pants
You’ve been wearing all year
I can see everything
Lose those green eyes
Foisted into those pits by mother
You’re beginning to look stupid
In father’s big feet
Stop clowning around now
And that new flesh
And those old bones
Get them all off
Time is a-wasting
Now you - isn’t this better
A little bit of nothing at all
