“In Betweeners” Volume 12

The sun is all spades today

And my hand is full of hearts

Wait, did you think this would be easy?

A piece of cake, baked

In a pottery kiln

Crusted with clay and demons


You wouldn’t believe how lucky I’ve been

And how lucky you are

And how lucky everyone is

To climb the stairs our fathers built

Hammer and tooth and nail

Anyone can hear a tree fall

In a forest, planked and partitioned

But no one can hear it scream