when the sky turns black and monsters attack and you can’t get that minotaur off of your back it’s just a matter of time before you come running cryin begging for some quaaludes and a bottle of wine
when you hear the angels sing and see the gifts they bring they can read your mind but you’re not thinking a thing your eyes go cross smelling pine cones and frost they hand you a book with a title that’s embossed
hey now give me a shiver don’t you think it’s time to be crossing the river this life is trial and money on the other side find milk and honey
when the ground beneath you quakes with every step you take and you feel like the snowman out of oryx and crake and cardboard and toothpicks and briars and trail mix are the highlights of your day tell me who needs sleep can’t find a partner to dance or to hold your hands no show tunes or tangos in the hazy expanse when it’s finally your turn to collect what you’ve earned finding the spot will be your only concern
