Twisting all the way
He came down south looking for a
savior
Been out for a day (Looking for a
way)
To figure out figures and this
strange behavior
Figures don’t speak to him
Figurines are dim and grim
Sylphs and syllogisms don’t live
in symbiosis
Blessed be him who invented
prognosis
Jiving all the way
He came down south looking for a
savior
Been gone for days (Looking for a
way)
To remember, to forget, to
filtrate, perpetuate
Yes, maybe he’ll write about it
later
Figures don’t speak to him
Figurines are dim and grim
Sylphs and syllogisms don’t live
in symbiosis
Blessed be him who invented
prognosis
Twisting all the way
Looking for the man whose records
he plays
His shoe laces do not obey
Finding that corner, he thought
of some famous words to say
The shiny piece of iron dearly
paid
After that, everything fades to
grey
Figures don’t speak to him
Figurines are dim and grim
Sylphs and syllogisms don’t live
in symbiosis
Blessed be him who invented
prognosis
So that we always know
When to show off with our new
umbrellas
While the world is falling down
Dancing all the way
Looking for a man who’ll hear him
play
Before everything fades to grey
The holy man put his hand on him
He stopped dancing
Collapsing with a grin
His chin on some children’s chalk
sketch
And ink swallowing everything
They cut him open to satisfy the
press
But no answers whatsoever
The body weighed forty pounds
less
The heavy man weighed light as a
feather
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