They Erupt from the sewers and gutters
Riding old waffles like chewy surfboards
Energy of the rain propels their destiny
It is their world now
A world of rotting damp fur
and Half Eaten faces, bikini tops shredded
Little boxes of deep fried gizzards
and Breathless Hope
All the time knowing, Agony wins out
They are the Scourge of France
Maxwell Smart with a naked tail
There are thousands of them
jaws clamped around young thighs
If only you could open your eyes
Live again; if only you could see
this time it might end diffeently
