Scholarships

Little boys been coming around here
Singing: «Caroline, na na na. Caroline.»
Singing in circles around my head
Singing in circles around my legs
Singing: «Where'd he go?
Look at you all alone
And isn’t it a shame?»
They chant:
«How'd you let a man like him go?»
Pushing up babies, pushing them out
Pushing up babies, pushing them out
Upright, but angled at their jutted out feet;
Uncouth and bucktoothed with overgrown knees
A calculate mind from the age of nine
This appendage of mine, she’ll be making it fine
And she’ll be screaming out:
«I'm coming up now!
I’m coming up now!
I’m coming down!
I am coming down!»
Planning the sequence, we’re planning it out
We’re planning the sequence and we’re laying it down
And you’d say:
«The baby would crawl first and then she’d walk
And we’d mark the flowcharts then we’d talk
Scholarships with the oversights.»
You’d hit the switch, I’d kill the lights, wondering:
Baby, will she inherit your lips?