Mile End

I swapped my neck for a chest
a mousey proletarian verb
I swapped my house for a nest
a lousy vegeterian doing word.
miles.
I want you to phone me
only cheap and vicious idiots can talk for hours
I'd like you to phone
I want to run and run
and swap my arm for a purpose
a knife and a hammer
and a life for some reason
philosophy is thought, reason and moral
my philosophy.
action! action!
creaky grin
sneak you gin into the cinema
and smoke cigars with your tie authoritatively loosened
and illustrated thusly
and described posthumously
wept over humourously and aroused wholeheartedly.
I swapped my neck for a chest
and a life in the chairs
and a future in the gallows of routine and dream.