Oh how you were mistaken once again Folded in two Painted blue Full of holes And hid below Where the glow Of the luminescent liquid From the throat of the lamb Has been dammed By a wad of soiled clothing Stuck in a ditch With an itch At the apex of your spine And the line That bisects Your hairless chest The water climbs To a place On the face Which facilitates Your breathing Left all alone With a bone And a hand grenade to hold There's a fold Right along the dotted line That could be formed But be warned There's a more than even chance Of your exploding