Easy with the grease, even a bee’s knees get wobbly, Shufflin’ between attention and at ease and where it ought to be. The colony and queen seized, drafted in the march past; Smugglin’ all the honey but can you make the starch last? It’s a nasty business, gets sticky tackling wish lists; Dreams of Miss America only exist in quilts and stitches. They mass an assault that’ll kill before you wife her, You can pass the salt, but you will still be a lifer. So mind the blind sider, the dicey sidewinders, The cream might rise high but the mice die insiders. If you bite right, you’ll likely hear the blood curdling, But in this world, even the daisies were burned for murdering.
Steady in your head, don’t take the funny track; Bedding in the dead end won’t earn your money back. Every rung packs in. A single turn goes south, Once on, you can’t flee but keep running your mouth. Hush, now. If it gets too loud, it’s a funeral. Tickets sell fast when the show is unusual. Hedging is inexcusable, the fence is out of question; Either put your foot down or catch the yellow van to heaven. Pull the commercial, their revelry is frightening, Bulling to the infertile like they’ve been struck by lightning. Run the live wiring. Do you bend or are you true? Everyone is lining up to attend your Waterloo.
How amusing! Default and you’ll get kicked; It’s a duty and a privilege to be a party trick. If you can bring the crowd around, you’ll be bathed in summer wine, So stick to swings and roundabouts until the vultures dine. Fine, so be it, let us go down in flames, Land amongst the pillows, bright-eyed and insane, Refuse to change out the jammies, live through the stain; Wallow in this good grief a while till it rains. And when we’re finally sane, we’ll be loud, dance the fool, There’s a kingdom in the contrails where we can break the rules. Call it quits, cut the tails off, and pull out our teeth. Let the syrup drop till it’s all that we eat.
We’ll grow our own skins back and santé out our wrecks, Go hard on the grease till we feel it in our necks, Then shuffle out with the morning, watch the employed and the smoke rise, A coffee, Liège waffle, and rejoice. Slow fries.
