Ant Smith


You Scratch me

Would you play me a quartet

If you had the arms to spare?

Would you dig up corpses

If I were lost in a mass grave?

Would you seek me out

If you had an itch somewhere?

I got the arms enough dear

The arms enough to care

Would you turn me a pirouette

Or does turning make you sick?

Would you ransack heaven

To help me escape from it?

Would you help me out

If I had an itch somewhere?

You turn me inside out my dear

You lay me truly bare

Would you sing me a libretto

With your dying breath?

Would you gladly undertake

An immoral immortal quest?

Would you scream or would you shout

If we had an itch to share

I've got the words enough dear

To fashion love from out of air

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