cream of tomato and chicken
red and white
cans up high and for infinity
campbells curlicue
a clam chowder of seaside memories
we are crouching
tin to tin
a trolley waits
red and white
soup tins
white and red
rows and rows
stacked high
in the aisle
your soul loaded.
David Bowie used to sometimes write songs by cutting up all the text and rearranging it into something else.
I tried it..i think its rubbish but what the heck....it was an experiment!!
the link is Campbell soup-> Andy Warhol-> David Bowie