P/Petshop

Hamster with a death wish runs around and around in the pet shop
Feeling like a sticky tropical fish.
I want to ride on a balloon.
My head’s so swollen with these insect eggs, I think it’ll burst.

We all live in a bacteria world.
Really, it doesn’t belong to us.
And that why, I don’t really feel anything. Not really. Not really.

Tightrope walking on the powerlines. Choral society singing sad songs.
That’s how that idiot Ivan fell.
At the deserted municipal pool. On the emergency staircase, you and I.
We make love, but we never share fluids.

We all live in a bacteria world.
Really, it doesn’t belong to us.
And that why, I don’t really feel anything. Not really. Not really.

Somehow, give me a weapon.
If you can’t do that, drugs are fine too.
I’m done searching for mistakes. I’m done. I’m done.

We all live in a bacteria world.
Really, it doesn’t belong to us.
And that why, I don’t really feel anything.

It’s getting dark———.
The pet shop’s closed, and the hamster keeps on spinning.
“clatter clatter……”
A thousand times, two thousand times, three thousand times, how many thousand times?
He’s dead.