I fancied myself a poet today And lo I Took a yard I'm always seeing ambulance backwards And for that I pedal New York City I ate raisins at Columbus Circle I thought about the military Oh, I cannot lie Upon moving the chain caught my pant-leg I know I know I can be a bit ruddy Thoughts were infinite varied repeating I think I was almost happy No sex My wounds were opened Blood-in-shitinand-vast-whale-but-drumming Oh, i cannot lie Through public hallways, a memory amused me Once I slipped on a banana peel Lords' honest truth Jolie was there How marvelous self-amusement Then, later by the water Tired, I reflected upon the splendid day just had I cannot lie I'm always seeing ambulance backwards I'm always seeing ambulance backwards I'm always seeing ambulance backwards I'm always seeing ambulance backwards