One blue-mouthed woman, silently waiting
Waiting for words to fulfill her intent
Flesh inside flesh, insistent creating
Dying, the coward's voice is fading
Wisps of sugar vapor, toward ears are bent
One blue-mouthed woman, silently waiting
Television is investigating
Emissaries to the brothels are sent
Flesh inside flesh, insistent creating
Our emissaries, giddily braiding
Their languages together, bleached and bent
One blue-mouthed woman, silently waiting
The cowards and emissaries shading
Their flesh under skin stretched tight into tents
Flesh inside flesh, insistent creating
Here we engage in more fruitless mating
Displaying these organs, purple and rent,
One blue-mouthed woman, silently waiting
Flesh inside flesh, insistent creating