Oh dear, you are the water,nAnd I lower myself into your water,nLike a mealy-mouthed calf that is suckered to the slaughternLike a green serpent coiled upon the breast of your daughternOh did you ever think of the twice-cursed night?nOh dear you are the water?nAnd I lower myself into your water,nLike a mealy-mouthed calf that is suckered to the slaughter,nLike a prescription prescribed by the doctor who lives within the nPalisades of rain, oh I kiss you on the corner of your eye,nBetween the masthead horizon and the suicide sway of the rustling ryenOh I kiss you in the corner when you're drynThough the boats of Hong Kong do stockade London,nOh I kiss you in the corner when we're drynThough Sharon you sing for your pardon,nnDid you ever sing on the twice-cursed night,nDid you ever suck on the teat of what was white,nHold on and hold on and hold all alongnto the B's and the breezenOh B Oh B Oh BnWhen you bottom the boats, the weeds deign to sigh,nBut the Admirals chicken, the General's chickennHow painful they rise.