Crawling on Your Spine

Tiny red eyed snail thing Jumps up to the edge and sings Propaganda penetrates the mind Ugly slimy pixie wings Flying on the lies of kings Don’t listen to your friends Thinking of me think of you Smell the smell of bone stew Don’t tick outside the box Tumble down the cliff of cliffs Was he really spaceman spiff Or was he just a weird looking fox Feel the sordid mess Running down your yellow dress Does it really smell like the colour three? What is it about this stuff that makes us huff and puff And laugh when we think of thee Purple tie in the sky Look up with the fear to die But it’s only a windsock Chemicals in the atmosphere Fill the public with no fear Keep them happy and they’ll follow you