Lewis Furey


caught you
poking through my disguise
did you
think you'd find human insides
cold as the winter's rain
private as a junkie's vein
I yours truly remain

caught you
investigating my mask
did you
find any traces from my past
the guns bark, the geese take flight
a starving man loses his appetite
my lips and my ass are shut tight

caught you
mining for gold in my eyes
why now
this look of shocked surprise
did you find the horny toad
while excavating the mother load

you're on the old bus
and the old bus is on
the old road