| Jerboa By Joe Fierstos |
| The jerboa hiding in the trees Makes a move, collects the fleas Tomorrow dons eternal flight Gasping and choking this very night Tyranny atop his head Ends up inside, or rather dead. Destroys the good news with every turn And watch the cradle crash and burn. And spinning in among the hale Kyle the carpenter skates the rail She's heading towards me with a knife And threatening my soulful life I lived up in the mountains I flow among the waves Below me is the pioneer Who's ranting as he raves I see the spotted twilight As it casts its evil spell And drags me in My heart in sin To a microscopic hell. The foul disease is much too thick I cannot see the candle wick Here is my life: a ruling clause As it rolls on without a cause. Gunning monkies right and left A thousand tears I am bereft They're peeking through the muck and mire, And giving up I must perspire. Roaming through and through the ice I hope jerboa will suffice The gates ajar, I paddle out In and around a roundabout. I wake up and I smell the breeze Then falling to my knees I sees a breezy trees Standing right before me there's a mastadon Who steps on me repeatedly, now I in the lawn. I walk barefoot upon the grass, Hoping ants won't bite my ass I'm traveling beneath the snow Crawling high and hopping low. Resting now, I eat a lime Then spray my mouth with liquid thyme I choke upon the sour rind Wishing now I hadn't dined. The rind is the part of the lime that you shouldn't eat. |