“Wash your mouth out with soap and water,”
That’s what my parents used to tell me
When I was a kid.
I never did.
I never did.
I carried on cursing
And I still love to curse.
Monday to Friday
I take my mind for a walk
Like a man with his dog,
Tossing sticks and balls to chase,
Barking commands.
I love to disappear.
One minute I’m there,
The next I’m gone.
And nobody knows where.
I’m a man not easy to find,
Not easy to grasp,
Should you wish to find me,
Should you care to grasp.
Go on, go on,
Keep travelling.
You will find a Lithuania of the soul
And there, under rocks, hills and rivers,
Uncover what you will.
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