When they show me the inkblots br I like to pretend I don't recognize them. br I think it pisses 'em off, but it's the only way br to get my jollys here. br Not give 'em too much power. br Yeah. br That way they'll never be able to take away my soul. br The one that looks like a vagina? br I tell 'em looks like a butterfly. br I tell 'em they all look like butterflies when br we both know there ain't no butterflies left br on this here earth. br They all flew away through that br big hole in the the North Pole br to be with God in heaven. br One of the inkblots came alive br on the paper while they were testing me, br but I wouldn't say a thing. br I tried to tell 'em once that the prepaid br turns on the t.v. in my room and they hurt me. br I won't be making that same mistake twice. br For breakfast every morning we get powdered eggs. br I wish I knew the bloke who invented powdered eggs. br I'd ask him what they're really made of. br When I lived in Devon I worked on a chicken farm. br They'd keep the lights on night and day to br keep the hens a-layin', br so there's lots and lots of eggs and br no need for make believe eggs. br I slather 'em with ketchup remembering br delicious steaks I use to make with br fried onions before I came here. br And gravy too. br The blood…it never needed a lick a salt for flavoring. br I guess I'll just stay here until br the butterflies metamorphasize and come back home.