The Bear

My body is a marvel That's out of shape and decaying Puppet master of my own skeleton Pulling tendon strings With random whims That I call dancing There's romance in Vegetable planting and Decorating interiors Just don't call them my lost years It's accumulation Layer upon tight packed layer Back at Sayers bakery I remember what you said to me It cut and hurt deep It cut and hurt deep It cut and hurt deep It cut and hurt deep The cat's got a new friend Hanging out where the street ends Embarrassed when he sees me Sneezes and comes home Tentatively Dragging his tail Layer upon layer Got led to breakfast Skipping Behind a giant bear Excruciation in the corridor Petrified in the lobby Cold toast, frozen butter Poor guy sweating in the costume Individual wheat biscuits, all wrapped up in plastic Burnt my knee on the carpet Misjudged slide tackle Missed target It cut and hurt deep It cut and hurt deep It cut and hurt deep It cut and hurt deep