(brian eno)

There were tims

There was pork

There are legs

There are skarks

There was John

There are cliffs

There was mother

There's a poker

There was you

Then there was you

There are scenes

There are blues

There are boots

There are shoes

There are Turks

There are fools

They're in lockers

They're in schools

They're in you

Then there was you

Burn my fingers

Burn my toes

Burn my uncle

Burn his books

Burn his shoes

Cook the leather

Put it on me

Does it fit me

Or you

It looks tight on you