MYXOMATOSIS

The mongrel cat came homeHolding half a headProceeded to show it offTo all his new found friends
He said,I been where I likedI slept with who I likedShe ate me up for breakfastShe screwed me in a vice

But nowI don't know why I feel so tongue tiedI sat in the cupboardAnd wrote it down in neatThey were cheering and wavingCheering and wavingTwitching and salivatingLike with myxomatosis

But it got edited, fucked upStrangled, beaten upUsed as a photo in Time magazineBuried in a burning black hole in DevonI don't know why I feel so tongue tiedDon't know why I feel so skinned alive
My thoughts are misguided and a little naiveI twitch and salivateLike with myxomatosis