Once, I caught an eel as it fed On smaller creatures rising up from silty, brown-grey mud Its sharp, spasmodic movements had caught my eye I watched it as it twisted in my bare, young hand I considered whether it belonged in water or on land I returned it to the river; it swam away But you know what it looks like You know what it smells like You know what it feels like Go grow My cups of plenty always were abrim With gifts that I would never give to her or to him I was always ready to resent or to retire Now medicated gum clots the streets And disregarded fun sticks to the soles of my feet And some of the buildings around me are on fire But you know what it looks like You know what it smells like You know what it feels like Go grow