Richard Harris Follow

See her walking quietly
As though she really was a virgin
With her tiny feet
Precisely on the line
She thinks her whitely thoughts
About the whitely things she bought
And the alto crouches silently
Waiting for the virgin to arrive
You can almost hear the buzzing of the hive

They played the whitely music
As though it was really music
In the parking-lot they’re lettering a sign
The preacher says the proper things
And then the rusty alto sings
And now they’ll all get roaring drunk
Pretending they’re essentially alive
While the proud procession leads her to the hive!

God bless thou happy cubicle
Keep it safe and sanitized
Homogenized and pasteurized
There’s no place like numb

Behold a form of female
Disappearing through the doorway
She has dreamed of this since she was only nine
She’s never really ?
And now by god she’s got it
And the alto crouches silently
Waiting for the virgin to arrive
You can almost hear her screaming in the hive.