The Thought of 049
A thought in my head that is burning my mind
A thought that continues it goes undefined
A thought that is something or nothing at all
This thought I'm creating is simply a ball
It comes and it goes and it bothers me so
It's dark yet it glows and continues to grow
Then vanishes almost to nothing at all
Then appears to be something most gentle and small
Then out of the darkness it glimmers and shines
It spins like a spiral climbing it's vine
Endlessly driving me out of my mind
My mind oh my mind my mind
What is this blasted thing in my head?
I am sure that it's lasted enough years to be dead
At least that is what my psychiatrist said
But what does he know of what dwells in my head
It's a spirit I'm certain having traveled through space
He's parked here I'm certain he hides in my face
I pull down my curtain and feel his embrace
I close now my eyelids and ask for God's grace
Darkness surrounds me a blanket of black
This demon astounds me he sneaks up from back
Then suddenly flashing he attacks from the rear
As something is crashing, he speaks in my ear
Crraaakk it's nostalgic how long can this last
Be back in a Sec I heard him say fast
I count the first second the next moment's past
He comes in the second moment at last
I gaze at his eyeball his brow and his lid
I have waited till nightfall to see what he did
I have listened most careful to all that he's said
Yet still, I am fearful of loosing my head
Come forth fine demon escape from my mind
For before long I will leave you behind
I will pay you no mention I will pay you no mind
For your convention is that of the blind
You're just a creation a parasite of my mind
You dwell in my thought and you're something mush less
Than a penthouse for paupers creating a mess
A jovial chap you truly might be
Yet never a clap shall you hear from me
For applause is for beauty and claps a disease
That renders you helpless to crawl on your knees
Be gone now fine serpent flee from my sight
Begin to repent now I pray that you might
Before I avenge thee with all of my might
And crush you completely to oblivion's flight
I see know a fog on thy spectacle once clear
As you croak like a frog when a fly is not near
You are the least of a hog having ne'er shed a tear
And the most of a pig as you cry in your fear
You run like a dog from the master you fear
Farewell feathered demon fly well as a seaman
O'er land and by ocean and never to land
For I've sent you a cruising to a different land
Of nowhere or no one of nothing I've known
For it was within me, you first called home
Now you have left me I am here all alone
Solitude is joy that you've never known
For you are awkward and clumsy, you can't stand alone
You are less than an idiot who has lost his own home
Like the patriot parrot that flew from its cage
In a moment irrational in a spirit of rage
Now you gawk for your cracker and cry for your feed
You scream and you pester yet no one takes heed
For you left your first master your feeder indeed
Now you bleed like a bleeder and always shall bleed
Your not but a beggar you do no good deed
I venture to say there is no one you need
Now demon or parrot or what ever you are
I know you're a spirit I know you've flown far
You're your own pilot that is all that you are
So vanish completely and never appear
For I am now certain 'Tis only I that can hear
Your squawking and gawking and crying with fear
And certain you know your destruction is near
For I am the destroyer, the master you fear
For I am your creator your end is here, your enemy is fear
You are dying you're dying, you're dying my dear
Patriot pauper of a spirit stand clear
You are nay but a spirit you have never been here...
Sitting silently solo and lonely
Singing softly slowly and gently
Knowing only the songbird is lonely
Truth is all nothing is less
Love is more none the less
It is truly a ball as I recall
To not get an answer and still get a yes
Considering less could be quite a mess
Unless, unless the answer is yes
Yes of coarse could be much worse
And worthless of coarse
When said to be less than yes
Such as the bush that's beat around
Much as it's crushed into the ground
By the concrete feet so often found
Upon the streets where they are bound
To the jungle gods of jungle town
Of ass fault land and asphalt ground
Where mountainous pillars created by man
Topple and crumble at his command
Upon the hand of jungle man
I have seen this man I have herd him scream
I have seen his hand in a gory dream
Of gaudy goblins in soddy streams
Of murky water or so it seems
Yet, who remembers all that's seen
Upon the screen of a dream or in a dream serene
Entrapped between a laps of time in a time machine
And in the space of nothing more or nothing less
Than can be seen in this lapse of time in a time machine
People ask often if I'm joking
And where I've been and what I'm smoking
Or is that your number on that token
Or have you a card with your number written
049 Oh that's fine
Sorry to bother but the law is written
Enter in brother the boss is waiting
In there siting anticipating' contemplating
Of where you've been while he's been waiting
049 I hope you're fine for I know I am
For I now have been waiting' since ten
Its arter to ten again
Where have you been since then?
And have you been drinking or is that gin?
Well I have been nowhere since before then
So now we know that it is ten, but then again ten when
Did it begin at ten or was that a quarter before it should end
Or do you understand or misunderstand
It's but one big, and one little hand
Knock off the nonsense you blithering fool
Have you your sixpence for you know the rule
For no pence or no sense is the mark of a fool
Purchase from me this bright golden rule
I have not a sixpence but I know your rule
I have taken it for no cents so now you're the fool
Hark the bell's ringing, the butler is bringing
Some dinner for both of us fools
Please be partaking that which he's making
Was found in the Hobgoblins pool
It's murky and urky and looks like beef jerky
I am sure it was cooked in the pool
Thank you so kindly, but no thank you kindly
I would rather not eat if it's cool
For I must depart now and begin to start now
The end that is breaking my heart
It's such a pity, to live in this city
It's falling apart every day
While mountains are growing harvesting sowing
Crop after crop every day
And buildings are rumbling tumbling crumbling
Falling apart every day
While jungle man's standing Obeying the commanding
Ass fault god in his heart
Poof...
