The day began with a cone three skinner.




My lucky day Thursday,
or so the long term unemployed Guru said,
up to the Station wearing a cow that was alive and is now dead,
going to pawn a gold bracelet with Fletcher so's he could play,
as I got outta the one legged pigeons way.


Going equipped to a house that was becoming a Tarot Tower,
screwdriver twisting your allowance book palm,
lottsa schizophrenics shopping in the CO-OP,
dead calm.


U.B.40's in Harrods, so the dead animal wearers can flaunt there power,
toe the line, kiss the concrete, the outlook is dour.
Bin liners and furry chocolate biscuits,
the day began with a cone three skinner.

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