Whistle.

I'm here.

And breathe me.

Taste the nectar of rich.

Bitter and expendable

in frowning eyes.

Die!

forms in these minds.

Eyes' minds.

What use?

The universal pick-up

and up-picker.

That universal

tune we throw.

Doot doot.

Whistle it bitter son.

Gimme a beer, barkeep.