Are we not enriched, Mel?
“Gerbil, gerbil,” is what you often mutter
The night time sermon
How it soothes my toes
Though I know you ‘oft lick them
I dare not protest

Are we not enriched, Mel?
I’d love to run a strimmer over your face
Remember when we were Catholic?
Ah, those hearty days!
Nay, faith is at fault for my sinus issues
But have you met thy second wife?
I call her The Missus
Though it never feels right

Are we not enriched, Mel?
Well, we’re definitely not politically aligned
I could tell you stories that would make you fertile
“About Gabby?”
Yes, her too I suppose
But it’s a weird life
When you realise you love Scandinavian films
And you watch on with hands deep in the Bombay mix

Are we not enriched, Mel?
Have our spirits been breached?
‘O, you sly snake!
All I wanted was some attention
To change the world with my drawings
Now I guess I’ll have to change desires
Now I guess I’ll have to be a clerk
“I guess so, mate.”
“What a life.”
“Another coffee?”
“Not with you, mate.”