I’d like to meet the man
Who mumbles slightly
I’d like to meet the man
Who stumbles blindly into God
Is his mind any more fragile
Than my neighbor, Horace
Sweet like swine
Bend and groan
Taking up your precious time
So we may
laugh until we sleep
And we blame Horace
My neighbor, bloated
Sweet like swine
Bent and grown
Taking up our precious time
To show life to the night,
Clear the dust from your good advice
I wanted it all for myself
I wanted it all to terrorize the clerics
My faults are all my fault
To witness the writing
Of biblical decrees
What’s left now will bury me