The Man Who Made October

Alright, um, first off, thank you very much for listening to this CD and, uh, it's called The Bamboo Parachute.
Uh, just to say this at the beginning, uh, thank you very much, um, I'm giving half the proceeds from this CD to, um, charities, so... it's cool, it's good for people to contribute.

I'm gonna start off with a poem called The Man Who Made October:
Emptier than sex or afterbirth
She's the color birdcage with the sweat of husband
Your birthday crayons and the water running along with child
Telling her how ugly she is on a good day

This womb with rickets waiting for sprinklers to come on
I put off making the bed
For a woman with no country has the freedom to silence a cock
Drinking his sister's milk, he develops an unusual amount of antibodies

While Jesus dried up in the snow and I'm still sitting on the carousel scared of monsters and cushion
The one without parents, it's good to see you lying
Still she carries the water well