Оригинален текст
(1) You there, impotent, loose in the knees,
Open your scarf'd chops till I blow grit within you,
Spread your palms and lift the flaps of your pockets,
I am not to be denied...
Mine is no callous shell,
I have instant conductors all over me
[repeat 1]
(2) I merely stir, press, feel with my fingers,
...and that's about as much as I can stand.