Poke in the Eye

who are you
marbled salamander child
slither up from the depths
just to tease my hair

who are you
every time i look at those pictures
i feel that pinch
that pull
that knock on the door
that poke in the eye
and who are you

to think that you can pin the blame
but sir you have no name
no game
no plans
no inhibitions
sir, what you lack is purpose

so dive deep down
beneath the rocks
and cry your
slimy salamander tears

i make the air fall apart
like the lyrics in some song
written a thousand times

oh, to be the cream