Through all this, I hadn't got round to mentioning
The Butcher, eating glass, the Flu,
The Italian, an old psychic vampire,
A physical assault, an old woman
Early in the morning, sitting on the beach
In a plastic chair facing the wrong way.
All unnerving. So, if something happens to me
It wasn't The Butcher,
Neither was it the psychic vampire,
Nor the physical assault, and less likely it becomes
that it was either the glass, or the flu,
So please - visit The Italian, 343,
Loiters, end of the corridor - he's got my laptop
And you will be thinking it was just another robbery.
