Surgery

You'll never have the damn thing off
or meet the Pope
and kiss his neck
and like him more than you expect

and in my mind
the colour red
is dripping blood
above your head
tonight
when the time is right.

You'll never shave the damn thing off
or meet the Queen
and kiss her throat
and ask her where you hang your coat

and in my mind
the colour pink
will do more damage than you think
tonight
when the time is right.

You'll never wash the damn thing off
or meet the judge
and kiss his thigs
and ask him where he keeps his wigs

and in my mind
the colour blue
will never be as dark as you tonight

and in my mind
the colour green
is oh so lonely and obscene
tonight
when the time is right.


Robyn Hitchcock