Tah, tatah ta Enga enga teh teh tata Enga
I think a beer might calm me down
You think? I am Zebra turd, stripéd sh*t Floating smoking shaking
Rhythmically smiling ghost of pale fabrication Growling oingdingdah
Inhale Exhale frightened night turning key in lock as the shell
implodes Smiling face of Jefferson on glass table Burning charred
cherry fingers and smoking
Growing grass on your tongue as your mother lode bleeds
Oingdingdah Oingdingdah Oingdingdah Tata tata Enga
Ta Ta tata tatah Enga Oingdingdah
Smelking shivered bones and hair while demons investigate
Standing on end of hair zorga zorka melda meldon gras baul
Honta Honta sabonta ragdag sloort breathing heavily
and cramping bending leaning breathing ahh ah ahh oh. . . Ungh.
Thank God, I’m back.
I think. Take another drink and I’ll be okay No more hopping around, I
promise, I’ll be good Take a deep breath. I’m okay I’ll be okay I’m
alright go away. Whooh.