rotterdam

All is well and lovely though

The world has gone to bits
Only the face is falling off
Like the manifold of an old banger
Too much time spent gentlemen please in the sun tan salon
Painting on the crackling layers of dead sea mud
Seems to have taken its toll
Geronimo
The mask of self sufficiency is now the star of the show
But she’s being worn a bit thin these days
By the lion tamer with spit down his shirt
Although one of the monkeys occasionally slips it on
For our entertainment and almost always
Anyhow the dratted thing
Is being kicked and tossed from clown to clown
And it becomes our sorry loss
When those beggars of impudent duplicity get a shot
On the MC ringmaster’s microphone

Send in the elephants
Their trunks bear red noses like a fireman’s hose
Which came too close to the conflagration
Like an alcoholic python
Like my love is like a river of blood flowing in torrents
From the catastrophic explosion at the red red rose factory
Somewhere north of eden
Where frankly my dear
the daring young man on the flying trapeze
couldn’t give a rotterdam.