Gaudy Falsetto - Barbarisms

We were the talk of the family

We were so much thicker than blood

I was a cog in the factory before I was an epileptic’s rug

And it’s true that I fingered you like a brilliant guitar with dirty strings

And bitter wires connected your lips to upper things

We were the talk of the family

You ran all hectic in my blood

You asked about the factory

I said I watched you bite your thumb

I did not have the faculty

To sing songs of our fun

I walk through the melody

In a gaudy falsetto