text: Curses, invocations
  Weird bate-headed mongrels
  I keep expecting one of you to rise
  Large buxom obese queens
  Garden hogs and cunt veterans
  Quaint cabbage saints
  Shit hoarders and individualists
  Drag strip officials
  Tight lipped losers and
  Lustful fuck salesmen
  My militant dandies
  All strange order of monsters
  Hot on the trail of the woodvine
  We welcome you to our procession
  Here come the comedians
  Look at them smile
  Watch them dance an Indian mile
  Look at them gesture
  How aplomb
  So to gesture everyone
  Words dissemble
  Words be quick
  Words resemble walking sticks
  Plant them they will grow
  Watch them waver so
  Ill always be a word man
  Better than a bird man