Bastard Son - George

Urban enzyme digest slowly

eating crust and crouton wholly

Cut up news with froth and frolic

hero doomed and alcoholic

not a picture prized or pretty

burning engines in the city

not a word now could be tainted

when ivory teeth come golden plated

running frowning waving madly

came from nothing returning gladly

he said strip, strip, shout it out

you've done me over, now let me out

the bastard son of... the bastard son of you know who.

flashes lighten grime and gravy

instant when it's bright and maybe

happiness will someday bite

from eating starbeams in the night

crunch it chew it spit it out

strip the flesh and suck it out

between the teeth of envy plain

come bits of cosmos fire and rain

Will you ever know how it feels

no mother or father to depend upon

will you ever know how it feels

to be alone in this world - all alone