When I have wind in my skull
When I have green on my bones
Maybe they'll think I'm grinning
But it will be a false impression
Because I will be missing
My plastic element
Plastic tic' tic'
That the rats will have eaten
My pair of gadgets
My calves my kneecaps
My thighs and my butt
On which I used to sit

My hair my fistulas
My pretty cerulean eyes
My jaw covers
Which I used to lick for you
My considerable nose
My heart my liver my back
All those admirable nothings
That made me appreciated
By dukes and duchesses
By popes and popesses

By abbots by donkeys
And by people of the trade
And then I will no longer have
This slightly soft phosphorus
Brain that served me
To foresee myself lifeless

The bones all green
The windy skull
Oh how it hurts
To grow old

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