Hey man in rabbit suit,
are you able to think about other things?
That deli girl with the black apron
grid-slicing baklava;
last summer's flights to Madrid
and that you keep forgetting
to Carbon Neutralise
them on www.worldlandtrust.org;
the dry skin on your calves;
your plans to move out of Swansea
and start a record label called: Will Be Will Be;
whether your house mate will bring
that girl back again ' she's too beautiful
and it makes it hard to sleep.
Hey man in rabbit suit,
I know that you only have a small and gauzed
wing-mirror-type view on the outside world '
you can see your paw in front of your face '
but hey man in rabbit suit, don't toss the fliers
in the bin, tear off your skull and drop kick it
at Primark ' you need this job for the money.
