In over his head, in relative obscurity
Purely heartsick wheel
Healing in different ways
At different times and on a different day

The wise, the globe-weary
Teary-eyed, wide-load, systematic
Fanatical, pure-bread, blue-bloods
Being led by the wrist to the flood

In front of them all, yelling
Telling stories of fascinating feats
Beating into and out of and on all sides
A cry, a pout, a whimper and a didactic chide

Informing at a level, praise-worthy
Hurry those calls and cries and make haste
Wasting our precious time in pulls and tows
Forgetting what they should be yearning already to know

Blight, famine and the institute of greed
Needing the graphic and purely whole
Goal of nothing but happiness and smiles
To warm that steady spewing bile

And to the comfort creature, we start in with a kiss
Missing ever and ever and ever so slightly
Politely guiding our sex and advances
And in the moonlight we drink and we dine and we dance
And in that moonlight we drink and we dine and we dance