living in a cat house i did imbibe
breakfast lunch and dinner ,rum
when my heart got a bad vibe
as into hel my soul did succumb
into this mayhem i went willing
ever the adventurer of planets
i spent my youth on good living
life was all about the organics
on a fine day a child did play
sun baked the child of clay
child thought i'm here to stay
never ever having smelt decay
when i woke i smelt cinder on ice
a dream avalanche had freed me
i'd seen the inconsistent tree of splice
its leaves in all of life's potpourri
hel whispered hun you never slept
we sat down to a lovers feast
where the rottin food wept
i excused myself exiting stage east
on a fine day a child did play
sun baked the child of clay
child thought i'm here to stay
never ever having smelt decay
i began traveling here and there
in time meeting a numbskull killer
jumping round like a mad hare
using their diarrhea for filler
as their phony baloney theory
machine gun splattering feces
hoping something would marry
instead ricochets killed their species
on a fine day a child did play
sun baked the child of clay
child thought i'm here to stay
never ever having smelt decay
finding an anchor fossilized in tar
i climbed the corrupted spine chain
through each link i saw suffering afar
then through clouds i reached the nobodaddy brain
inside i saw scarecrows pulling levers of errors
while tin men dragged lions by the tail
towards a furnace to feed the created terrors
on a fine day a child did play
sun baked the child of clay
child thought i'm here to stay
never ever having smelt decay
i saw spirits tongues painting lead gold
explaining the madness of this mind
mind weighed its lead purity by lies sold
lead barreled wine spinal fluid created the blind
the blind kings bungled round in the dark
the inequalities of hierarchy broke the scales
to the echoes of suffering the kings didn't hark
on a fine day a child did play
sun baked the child of clay
child thought i'm here to stay
never ever having smelt decay
a zephyr carried me from the stem
into the sun where my ash will be defied
the sacred ground of the noboddadies phlegm
where he buries those he had wholly crucified
lost in their eternal unfulfillment
trying to make a ladder from their crosses
to climb into their own enlightenment
unable to smell decay with their broken proboscis
on a fine day a child did play
sun baked the child of clay
child thought i'm here to stay
never ever having smelt decay
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