"Oh Christ - here comes the tell-him-how-big-his-cock-is brigade..."
He waits in the bedroom
The silence ringing in his ears
Tap dripping in the bathroom
He shakes an insect from a towel
His eyes paint a picture
All broken broken lines and twisted shapes
Crayons and toxic markers
My name is Lindsay Carcass
My name
Babe you're too close for comfort
Always falling short of purrfection
His eyebrow was her hairline
His arm was her leg
Stained cotton wool and dead hair
Wastepaper bin or storage jar
A curious cadaver
My name is Lindsay Carcass
My name
My name
My name
My name