I’m walking through Prague

and the sun is shining

blackbirds are flying

beeches are shedding their leaves

postwomen are doing their rounds

cranberries are cranberrying

and I see


Girls, Girls, Girls, Girls,


A fat man stops me

Busdriver is lost

an old woman is searching

for the love of her life

the police want to see

my personal documents

and I can see only


Girls, Girls, Girls, Girls


Prague is burning now

Vyšehrad is in flames

planes are coming down

the sky to Delhi

the earth is opening

water towers are exploding

like overripe melons

and I walk and I see only


Girls, Girls, Girls, Girls,

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