Eat Your Sons

The Three Johns

Albert the pintpot explains relativity with trainsets and planets and atoms and ether and how in the end everything's politics. He says, "Have you met my relatives, You wouldn't like them either."

 

An ape will wear my clothes 
A bird will parrot out my words
A dolphin plays my games and my baby acts monkeyish 
The horse is in the stable and he's talking perfect sense 
on the essential stench of manhood and dosing up the dead. 
Play the fool don't be the fool 
All the old boys are going m eat their sons now 
Ulysses cast out you, net
Amerigo Vespucius cast out your net'
Hey, Hythloday cast out your net 
Plato boy, cast out you, net 
The pig is in the parlour. 
Scylia's harpies dance them. 
They're dancing on the irony board. 
Play the fool don't be the fool! 
Pull down the eyelids blind. 
All the old boys are going to eat their sons now
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