who s watching the cars from the corner of cul de sacs who s charging the lawns like an order to grow long i am vain in my bare window i am aiming my telescope i am i ve been riding on my high horse and i do wait all sullen and sodden above it all about a mile i will post up still on this pedestal that i built and i build my anthills and the cities glow that are build with an enviable skill guess we re born out of gore but i m blessed with impermeable pores what a show my noble chromosomes in ordered rows and i suffer fools like you and i suffer fools all my life and i will blow my hot air pulling ants from my hair in my armchair 