sugar sugar sugar sugar
they have got me again, those badbutt cupids
love me, loft me, lift me soft
up-raising, appraisal, examine
my left calf, small perfect
animal for gift, slaughter
have it. and thigh and knobbly
knee-bone, too. i'll throw in
more, ankle and rump
like any grinning charmed
fat-belly butcher, wiping hands
on the apron, on the last day,
on christmas, saying, hell
it'll spoil anyway, take it, take it
all,
Free Free Free!
