If I begin to sing
will you stay to listen
or will you walk away
As you can see the stars
glisten in the night sky
I know not why you cry
Maybe my bite seems worse
than my bark in the dark
you can't tell I smell well
Nobody knows my curse
under the dark new moon
I play the man you flay
Oh my god how selfish
you were too proud to share
with a shellfish eater
To compete against god
especially a god
who doesn't really care
Couldn't you understand
I am mortal half-man
half-beast under the moon
Randy as a satyr
dick pointing at the moon
like a finger you try
Effortlessly to see
at whom the finger points
or for whom the death knell
Tolls the bell as you know
tolls for me as I hang
upside-down from a tree
Answer me this my god
why you saw fit to paint
me the fool a cheater
Nimble as a flautist
but to sing like a dog
who howls I wouldn't dare
Compete against a god
until you bamboozled
me of my skin a boon
Rest assured in the heat
of summer after June
my only sin was gin
Even if the blood drips
off my flesh I can smile
as the bile foams my mouth
Take me to task I knew
my youthful boast would end
badly once I could see
In whose palm the Muses'
judgment lay I could say
I was blind to begin
Not with pipes but with song
to work to break a tie
but my good faith went south
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