I am ripe, full, swollen You examine my body where it has fallen You have a habit to feed -- and this fruit seems Like the sweetest poison
I am supine, passive, silent I long to be used used in the way I was meant Obscene fertility in casual beauty My blood spilled, my seeds spread
This is the natural way I exist for you to evaluate Shat out or systematically bred Or carefully preserved but dead
"My God!" I hear your voice, "such an unusual specimen" I am gutted, taxidermy-stuffed, mended, gutted again
I am supine, passive silent I've earned my place among men of science My likeness described by poets and painters The jewel of your collection
Such an unusual specimen Gutted, stuffed, mended and gutted again To those of independent taste The height of fashion -- perfection!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
