He was a greenhorn,
Or so he claimed...

When the mood is high
And you to run away with yourself...

God was cooking
He put the fuel...

Pen,
You intrigue me...

My girlfriend was just pretending
When she moaned last night...

Lachrymal fountain
Oozed from blue sockets...

Not so good you say;
Not so good...

In a state of anomie
You look for order...

Were you sleeping on duty?
Who - me...

I have no money in my pocket
See me separated from the world...

As little children
At the block rosary we sang...

She was pounding yam
For her husband...