Pithy punk was the strunk man with his white beard all aflame
Pappy rappy went the ding kongs as the pilots ran for shame
diesel-pedaled are the strong Kats, with their missiles in the quiver
batty chug-pins drank the pierced clowns while their clippers began to shiver
Who, hoo? — asked the kinked birds as they swallowed up the knight
Choo choo, said the slow train as it wobbled down it’s plight
Where, wear asked the gowned fools as they spatcheled out their hairs
right hear, came the queer smear, midst the werewolves forming pairs.
Go, go said the sadlings as they looked up for the moon.
Crying sideways, through the airwaves, shaking yogurt from their spoon
quiet, quiet came the no-replies, shimmering light now leaves their swoon
gone, gone, came the last wise, now they post the planks low noon.
“What’s the password? — asked the night man, with his heartbeat screaming backwards
‘t no longer matters, wailed the banshees, as they oiled the ground with steaming blackbirds
I’ll be leaving, said the children, there’s some porridge waits at home
hold it right there, squawked the jail john you’ve some meat still on the bone