Alchemisland

One adventure ends, entropic tendencies

But another sleeps and when it wakes

Will beckon

You have one more neck than the last time I saw you, too much bacon

That’s one more neck to wind in, and a belly that needs taking in

You work your seams like a fiend slave master does his field men

One day and one night only that’s a record I reckon, give or take ten

Minutes, within minutes moaning about eating times, about cold, about cats going

In and out, same old anecdotes are told

Jaw taxed from yawn stifling

Broken record, had our head wrecked

Round and round like a bullet along rifling

As the presidential motorcade passes by

You’re not worth your life

You are something we must suffer; a tithe, a surgeon’s knife.