Memo from Turner

Didn't I see you down in San Antone on a hot and dusty night? You were eating eggs in Sammy's when the black man there drew his knife. Or you drowned that Jew in Rampton as he washed his sleevless shirt. You know that Spanish speaking gentleman the one that we call Kurt. Come now gentleman I know there's some mistake How forgetful I'm becoming now you fixed your business straight I remember you in Hemlock Road in nineteen fifty six You were a faggy little leather boy with a smaller piece of stick You were a lashing smashing hunk of a man your sweat shined sweet and strong Your organ's working perfectly but there's a part that's not  screwed on   Weren't you at the Coke Convention back in nineteen sixty five You're the misbred grey executive I've seen heavily advertised You're the great grey man whose daughter licks policemen's buttons clean You're the man who squats behind the man who works            the soft machine Come now gentlemen your love  is all I crave You'll still be in the circus when I'm laughing laughing  in my grave Well remember who you say you are but keep your noses clean Boys will be boys and play with toys. So be  strong with your beast Oh Rosie dear don'cha think it's queer. So stop me if you please The baby's dead my lady said. You gentlemen      will you all        work for me When the old men do all the fighting and the young men all look on And the young girls eat their mother's meat from tubes of plasticon Be wary of these my gentle friends of all the skin you breed To have that tasty habit it's not      the hands    that bleed