I woke up from my sleep-in,
from my crumpled bed linen
hearing a tremendous din
in my little kitchen
where there was a blues band
playing on my pots and pans
And they were singing
like the neon was swinging
in a pub, in a hub
for a lion feeling like a cub
basking in a bathtub
Mother, give me a rub
I am not saponaceous
I am just sebalaceous!
I just want to die
before the sun hits the sky!
Right before your eye!
I touch the ceiling, and see it collapse
like a stringy band of asps
right into the floor
and I don’t know
if the walls are hit by the blow!
And I am, thus, now, leaning to the door!
He speaks in semaphores
The thaumaturge Supreme Pied Piper
on my dirty translucent windscreen with his wiper
And it just may be the spud of a sniper
because boom my screenshot goes zoom
into a kaleidoscope of fragments
where all the band’s instruments
turn into armaments!
There is a war! Oh! Oh!
And there is an encore!
And they are blaming me for the roar?!
Just the lion’s gone sore!
He is snoring like a bore!
So, I tell Dad
Dad, I’d like to die
Just because I simply cannot fly,
Don’t ask me why?!
And there’s blood on the table
Whose gone and cut my cable?
Remember me, I was able –
the one who was most capable!
They simply didn’t think the mythic hero was viable
They thought his truth and justice was rousing rabble
Now it is time for that injection of anti-psychotic Depo
Each time I write an unseemly(?!) expo
Tell me about the illegitimately imposed Mental Treatment Plan
Some people in power do it, just because they illegally can!
James’ sacrifice didn’t get any brand label, thus far thus,
Though Jesus was no creeping Jesus
It was really that evil Saint Paul of Tarsus
And the equally evil Ananus ben Ananus
So, I meet my true love Sarah,
And I say Aha! Aha!
Where can I roll the dice…?
Where there can only be sunrise…
in ever-illuminated skies!
And in my lucid eyes
Mum, Dad, you, me, and all the loves and love I have never dies!
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