of bakers and strangers

I only believe in the god

that gives wild snowstorms

a man awoke in the far east

he left his house early

and jumped into a river from a high bridge

he swam around a little

in his best clothes

then went home all wet

snuck into bed

his wife turned over and reached for him

ugh she said

you're all wet

yeah baby he said

I have come from the sky

for three days they made love

without interruption

until eventually she wanted cake

I want cake, she said

I can make cake, he said

out of my eyes

watch this

she watched for a while just in case

they are invisible and wild cakes, he said

okay, she said

then this is an invisible and wild fuck

and it's all you will ever get

until you bring me cake

he went out early that morning seeking cake

but no one in that land had cake

he sailed on ships purporting to be headed

for the lands of cake

but no cake found he

only a tiny morsel

which he kept about him

at last he came home

and found his wife with the baker from next door

my wife, he cried, how and why?

oh fuck off she said, didn't want

that lousy eastern cake anyway

and you are insane and a control freak

and my Relate counsellor says get the fuck outta there

all night by the river he squatted

chewing upon his morsel and pondering

at dawn he arose with fury

and burst into the house

he threw the baker into the river

and turned then upon his wife

evil woman, he cried

I have sought cake in many lands

all the while you have baked yourself

in the arms of bakers and strangers

give me she says

that last piece

and all will be well

he hands it over

the sun comes up

everyone leaves houses and goes to work

the trees drop conkers

all is well

he sits watching reality TV

sucking on his last crumb

living at last really living

the wild life

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