Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

garbage, garbage, ankle deep
my souls slip on banana peels
wasted left-overs
gone to rot
turned to mould
stinking up our love abode

garbage, garbage, it's knee deep
and higher up my jeans it seeps
waste and left-overs
gone to pot
deteriorated stinking rot
spilling out into the parking lot

garbage, garbage, waste high
mass produced superficiali-tie
sprinkled with lye
what once was cure is toxic now
lifts you up and runs you down

garbage, garbage, shoulder deep
holiday paper covers up cheap
artificial flavours and colours
burdened on shoulders
heavy brothers
they DO grow too big to be carried
eventually

garbage, garbage, must convert
what now seems old
and growing mould
has the power to turn to
new black gold
...if only the truth could be told...

garbage garbage
you just so trashy
smell like urine
you're feces on a wall

garbage delicious garbage
be my dumpster romance
you brilliant piece of banana flesh

i did a shit inside a hollowed out ankle bone
that rose smelt shitty
-garbage? I refuse it!

the sultan leapt around the heaped up rubbish and smilled upon the flocks of seagulls waiting to dine

his throne capsized him
the jurers laughed and crinkled their noses
"this is the smell of rubbish dump intoxication"
they said

Meanwhile in the gallery the ankle attracted visitors daily
--one man's rubbish is another man's turner prize winner--

WOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

glorious, lucy and bennie...
off somewhere where
they must be

ohh how i miss them,
personally

rising creme of the crop.....

has she got the coolest icon or what????

shoulda been a garbage man.

great hours
and you can make
all the yahoooooo
noise ya wanna make