All behold the spectacle A fleshy limbless rectangle Sitting on a pedestal So nasal handicapable Sniff and remember silver ball Contortions that he can't recall The torso on a trampoline The happiness melts into dream To talk is an enunciated sneeze To taste is some foul air to breathe (...is the word, is the word that you heard...) One thought, it lasts a day And at that rate, he'll most likely live forever He's a bird in flight, a hermaphrodite And he f**s himself as he f**s the world His twitching brain can dance within
Gyrating more like gelatin A secret means of ecstasy Acute and very olfactory To see is colors crawling in the nose To hear is stinking highs and lows He's got an itch, but nothing with which To scratch the itch, so wish it away With his mouth sewn shut, he still shakes his bu*t 'Cause he's Hitler and Swayze And Trump and Travolta Smell. Sweat. Movement. Everyone's dancing. Disco. Dimple. Fading. Darker. A subtle fragrance. Faint. Everyone's dancing without him. Where did it go? Dark. Odorless. Nothing.