Packed prevent attack tacked on
Taste waste find friends bend not
Mend yourself tend to trite concerns
Lie your truth a mess test the list goes
On and on lasts forever tinker tell
Well right you might be you are wrong
So silently rank and detain file stick
Lacking in step lock your doors
Demand a tour round and rind real
Divulge peel ding dang strange Ralph
Linger tingle triangle whoosh liven up
Your Christmas tree gatherings with
Torches to burn them at the stake
Why not you are a good and
Upstanding KKK supporter,
You pay your dues,
You lynch right from the pew,
You falsify the truth,
You find a new way to justify a lie,
You run from the real reason
You believe the way you do.
Don’t we all? Well, maybe not,
But there are many like you.
They keep coming out of the
Woodwork around here,
It’s getting crazy!
Do you feel the tension?
Speak to me!
Tyrants and Tasmanian devil-
Worshippers contain a grain of truth,
But, no more, I’m sure.
We all grow apart eventually.
We all find other pursuits
To tickle our fancy.
I want to wet my whistle.
Let’s call a truce between the youths.
Let’s make up rays of sunshine Blues.
Let’s tease the bit of softening blows
To the head, the throat, the back,
The lungs. Where do you like it?
Anytime. Anyplace. Wherever it’s
Convenient, of course.
