Knock Knock

Knock knock knock
It's not the sound of the door 
It's the music of the kitchen
The spatula hitting the bottom of the pot
Knock knock knock
It's not the sound of the spatula 
It's the sound of the door
And a man in suit
with a notice to quit
Marching up and down
Knock knock knock
It's not the sound of the door 
Not the spatula
It's the tapping of the shoes of a man 
That scrapes against your scalp
your bone marrow 
And keeps scraping
Keeps wounding 
Knock knock knock
It's the sound of the door 
Sound of the spatula 
Sound of the shoes…

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