Masquerade in Bubastis

Between the fiery stars of Nut Empty space is vast Inspiration's absolute But the shine don't seem to last To the strains of a one hole flute The jester's nights are passed 'Til even Ra's moved to bare his fruit Dock the plasma barge and discharge Bast Still this divine puss, she needs A little post to scratch And that on which her fever feeds The fool, he strikes a match A newly kindled passion breeds The muse's torch gets passed Ask Venus, even she accedes He's coupled in some cosmic dance with Bast Her consort he's appointed His scepter gets anointed They trip the night so cryptic They waltz on the ecliptic A moth drawn to the fire She flies like Icarus, higher Her shiny coat starts peeling The kitten underneath revealing She beckons him to baste her His brush can almost taste her His chops, he can't stop licking Her painted teats are sticking Maat's pinioned moment's waxing His moral code's relaxing The eye of Thoth is waning But there just ain't one damned soul complaining Oh, no, no Her precious little tail, it sways From side to side Osiris and his dead she'd raise How's he to keep his shenti tied? His nuggets melt under her gaze Into the crucible he's cast May be to Isis that he prays But he dedicates his obelisk to Bast This yarn, he likes to toss it That line, he's yet to cross it One taste of her oasis His stuff comes out of stasis Her age, he's contemplating Keeps he this kitty waiting Keeps she an ember burning His privileged member yearning That burdened beast might tire His passport might expire Best he to take the Bee Line And make this flaming feline His age, she did debate it But Geb helped her carbon date it And yet she's still caterwauling And it's under her sweet spell the joker's falling