Crosseyed

I cut a V.J. star with a rusty hinge
from a bra-strap over his wirsts
And it did him in.
I was a little upset that the ghost was him,
'Cause he kept me awake all night
In a bottle with this politics
Cross-eyed
Leave me alone I’ve got terrible sight
Getting to know you and to love you is
so strange.
Lash out
Just for the thrill of letting something
come out.
And my stigmatism blurs from page to page.
Well the original answer was a cannonball.
It was fired from the mouth of a cave
And hit a shopping mall.
Everyone inside died a miserable death
When they found the original question
on sale
Was not a question at all.
The singing little hand is facing one way
Turning cartwheels on the wall. (He
undertands the weight of it all.)
The big hand is complaining of his lack
of height
And wishes he were tall. (So tall.)
So he could tear-gas the owners
Change the decorum
And shage pile the floor in the hall.
Cross-eyes
Leave me alone I’ve got terrible sight
Getting to know you and to love you is
so strange.
Lash out
Just for the thrill of letting something
come out.
And my stigmatism blurs from page to page.