Sawdust

My head is filled with sawdust
Glass eyes of vacant black bulbs
And from my perch of red rust
The world contracts and unfolds
There was a liar with the great incisors
Shimmering through the steaming geyser
Of platitudes and of pasteurisers
He’s sincere, so sincere
There was a bird with the brilliant plummage
Suffering through the airborn sewage
Of black clouds and of black perfummage
Sincere, she’s so sincere
There was a flock that would only follow
Any shit they’d taste they’d swallow
You’d never know that their heads were hollow
Sincere, so sincere