nothing you cain't

There's nothing that you caint 

If all you do is say it 

You can be what you ain't 

all you say is do it say it be it 

Like a massive shoe event 

Or a magic lifestyle slogan 

You can be unbent 

You ain't unbadly broken. 

You can meet your lover 

You can mend your Grannie 

You can save yourself the bother 

Of tickling your fancy 

With aperitifs and nibbles 

And a jar of anchovies 

Or maybe salty cucumber 

You can make some biccies

Rub your breasts in ginger 

You can be delicious 

Like a chocolate finger 

a sausage in its coat

Or an edible fungus 

For instance...

There's nothing to be not

There's nothing to be gained 

There's nothing down my sock 

When I'm being mugged in Leeds 

So love me in the temple 

And love me in the leaves 

Or leave me in the pulpit 

Bung me up the trees

Leave me love me leave me 

In the forests and the eaves 

You and I are biscuits 

Bits of crumb and sugar 

Bitten and forgotten 

By our handsome lovers 

O how much they want us 

When we're sitting on the dish 

Then they dunk and munch us

And cross us off their list.

2016 - Moscow