Down on the farm, in 1984
It was a horror show
But the oranges flowed like clockwork
Sprouting out from Dragon's teeth
Careful of the third wish.

And now today
They say
The way is gay
One should play
No matter what may
Yet I just read the words of dead Carl () and little rats feet
'cause nothing like us ever was.

Two legs are good for bitter or for wurst
Alex and his droogs are alive and sell
Lanny's sister's long gone dead
The soy boy a goyisch cup of Cheetos
While the rats shift and hieroglyph
the dust.

Which will soon be us
Our actions were quite rash
Our dreams turn into rust
But we still bring in the trash
In dog we trust.

Dyslexic septic shouts abound
Published as the latests sound
Played on the finest record brayer
For fusty dungeon dragon slayers.

Meanwhile Ozymandias
Look on, I'm mighty sure Budd
You can spare
A dime.

But on the other hand
Ain't nothing wrong with sand
You will reach
The tropic beach
If you trudge and don't begrudge
Herbert's Sandworm's right of way.

And then there's Fulghum's Alice
Perhaps his other Alice
Or maybe Alice Alice
Wishing and witnessing
The passing scene

Literature and labyrinths
Entrances and exits
Srophe
Antistrophe
Epode.







Exit, stage left.