The 20 percent

80 percent of all the people I met
are envious of my shiny frets.
The last part are my friends
And they know how to bend.

In my youth I was so sceptical:
Even the infinitely small chance
Of feeling the blues of a testicle
would allow her to fry it in a pan.

Now I'm wiser, and the thought
Of doing to you what she's done
Even in its smallest self-doubt
will stop time with only one tone.