JACK:
Detective writer of English
she was once the Queen of Sweden.
Her father's horse was something like a house
Dad was a German where they lived.
One time the leader was murdered
and they all threw fits
harmonious with the times.
Everybody in the house was sick
Their faces were like that.
LEADER:
All everybody saw was one thing
and it kept looking at them.
JACK or LEADER:
Everything was comfortable beforehand
Things were melancholy and industrial.
Ginger hoped never to see that pale house again
She was tired of people disliking her
for how interesting she was.
While in the street
there's Ginger
wagging her tail
between my legs
(the only lesson
I've learned
is the one
I'm learning)
and in the street
there are goats
and horses
and there are cars
with horns.
LEADER:
She had a hard time forgetting the house
JACK:
Everybody it seemed was k**ing horses.
VIVA:
Smalltown agonist for whom exactness
is that which hair is flesh to
He influences her to suit his character.