Like Nicholas Cage
Found myself in a bad film
Dead Harley rider
Dead Harley rider
(spelled “Nicolas,” by the way)
keeps driving by here.
Keeps driving by here
To correct the misspelling
I’ll just call him Nick
I’ll just call him Nick
He makes glue for time pieces
Nick’s knack is clock caulk
“Nick’s knack is clock caulk”?
Japanese haiku masters
would all be gobsmacked.
Would all be gobsmacked
If existence turns out to
Be a silly joke
Be a silly joke.
Or be a sad anecdote.
Just leave them talking.
Just leave them talking;
Some people never shut up!
It’s just yak, yak, yak!
It’s just yak, yak, yak!
Yes, a massive herd of them
Rutting on the plain
Rutting On The Plain
Sounds like a made up band name
Add it to the list
Add it to the list,
along with the much-beloved
Sparrows by moonlight
Sparrows By Moonlight
Whose first and lone single was
“Owls Are Massive Jerks”
Owls are massive jerks
Thinking they look so damn smart
Wearing those glasses
Wearing those “glasses”
Doesn’t really let you see
Through women’s clothing.
Through women’s clothing
And the handbag department
You used to find books.
(More or less true. In the 1950’s and 60’s, when my mother used to take me shopping in department stores, she’d let me hang out in the book department while she took forever looking at handbags. I don’t remember the spatial relationship of the departments, though, and it probably varied by store.)
You used to find books
In these joints called “libraries.”
Do either exist?
Do either exist?
The dreaded Loch Ness Monster
Or smelly Bigfoot
Or smelly? Bigfoot
Will chase you down and make you
Take a good shower.
Take a good shower
And pop that thing on your lip
'cause we’re going out
'cause we’re going out
To the wild blue yonder
And infinity