Such, Such Are the Joys - Shriekback

Mud-wrestling the bride

Lamenting loud and wide

All of the stuff implied:

The wax, the weed, the cyanide

No bruises that will show

And still an inner glow

But still you do not know:

The flak, the fuel, the quid-pro-quo

All the little secrets and the toys

All the little tricks that.

time destroys

Don’t bother me so much

I tell you such

Such are the Joys

The liquids that remain

The Armagnac and rain

Leave quite a livid stain

(I will not bother to explain)

These ample plates of food

This quite delicious mood

There’s no need now to brood

On things with wings and attitude

All the recreation and the noise

All the little tricks the flesh employs:

You say they are a crutch

But I tell you such.

Such are the Joys

Me and my anima

Try to examine her:

Her core, her lamina

Her lips, her locks, her stamina

The AmDram in the rain

The melancholy Dane

These tableaux will remain

And animate the helpless brain

There is a vast supply

Of things that dream and die

And couple up and cry

Beneath a katabatic sky

Some shabby revelry

This low spec devilry:

Not what I’d thought would be

The Photoshop that rendered me.

If some of your illusions

Start to annoy:

Have a little word:

Send round the Boys

Innocent as such

Quite sticky to touch

.such are the Joys

Innocent as such.

.such are the Joys