Shit Pixie - Barry Andrews

Don’t you feel in the spring

The sickening overkill of everything?

Can’t help it

It’s all hard-wired now

All these earthly delights

Looking as silly as a bag of lights

Ah come on now

It’s gotta feel real tired now…

Hey Mary! Get Lairy!

You’re still off with the fairies

But you know what the whizz and the gelignite can do.

Don’t tangle, just jangle

Bring on the crimes and the scandals

I’m the Shit Pixie — I’m gonna dance for you

Nothing real will impinge

On the fierce exertions of your perma-binge

Working for you? Got it in hand now?

But you won’t draw the sting

With your classical allusions and your broken wing

I’m gonna draw you a line in the sand now

So shabby! Gabby! Get yourself back to the abbey

You can tell the enqiuiry what and when you knew

They concluded what you did was totally scuppered and scoobied

I’m the Shit Pixie and I’m gonna tell you true

All the gears grind for you

But the light still shines on Column 32

It’s an idea (might make it worse now)

Nothing glows in the night

And you feel sexy as an ammonite

All your virtues are a kind of curse now

Ah Mimi! It’s dreamy!

If you shut your eyes you can see me

I’m a horse of a different colour boiled to glue

Ignore it; just floor it

It’s so shot-away-in-the-war it’s just the Shit Pixie

Who’s got a thing for you.