THE PRIZE

Forget me, forget you

I used to be as sharp as an arrow

Now I’m all round and smooth with life

Gone is the insight of sorrow

Welcome imbecile wife

It makes me so sad to lose what I had

Tell me, did I win a prize?

So is this what it’s like to want what you have?

Well this is nice, this is nice

Forget me, forget you

It’s easy to see how you feed me, my love

Two spoons, big and small

But every mouthful is a purge, my love

And our downfall

All this flesh I’ve laid on my bones

For the physical joy

Curse me, monkey, it’s a stone on my back

Simple sensual toy

Forget me, forget you