city talks

cities talk

houses talk

shiny floors

grooms next door

guestrooms talk

they always know

who knows who

what you do

they give you how’s the weather

(and they think that’s all there is)

they give you hearty dishes

 (and they think that’s all there is)

they give you the Now Wave scene

(and they think that’s all there is)

but you feel like going home

back to Apollo

with your megaphone

kitchens talk

a tell-tale heart

what you ate

who you hate

windows speak

they mark every change

tin rooster that sticks out

they squeeze it out out out

they give you how’s the weather

(and they think that’s all there is)

they give you hearty dishes

 (and they think that’s all there is)

they give you the Now Wave scene

(and they think that’s all there is)

but you feel like going home

back to apollo

with your megaphone

they give you how’s your father

tallest building competitions

they give you mother caught us

spit in the bun then run

they give you who’s the father

she doesn’t cook like mum

prescribed to you by dr. Seuss

magazines under the bed

dear Fingle, I’m single and willing

they give you papers of green

they give you coats of grey

they give you clothes of white

if you still can move your arms

you know not how to tighten it right

beware

beware

of the cities

beware

beware

of the beast