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Cleaning the Gun

Your pinprick punctures my jugular
Does it spray like an overkinked hosepipe?
 
These fountain heights are warm as day
As the dust-spray from a handbrake turn.
 
Nose-pressed youth with spittle spraying
Strain a song of "I told you so"
 
So you smoke your pipe, tobacco sprays.
Take your pipe-cleaner out. Tell one more lie.

- Simon Huggins, 22nd April 2003