Here comes the awful thing.
It was stuck, but now it’s free.
Trapped in the silk.
The paper colony, wasted
A city of would-be men
In a crumpled page
Flush the city of worms
The tadpole manly things
Searching the U-bend
No eggs in there my friends
Death to the millions
That could be anything
Except people. Or much else.
Andrew Chapman / Author and Screenwriter 