Drop everything and follow me.
Prudence is a rich, ugly old maid
courted by Incapacity.
Ruthie says come see her.
Why is there less in a lesson
and when will it be a blessing?
Mount your machine gun in a shopping cart.
Buffoons are in charge of laws
and the laws have claws.
Cruelty is woven into the airwaves
and the wind is full of hymns.
Who could imagine light and shadow would weigh so much?
Consistency is the hobbyhorse of tiny minds,
regard Sorrow as a Principle of Construction,
and the big faces are so holy.
