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He looks under his orange hair Always finding the man not there Poking in streams without any fish Another empty dinner dish Witches he sees behind all trees Cow will charge them appearance fees Theater’s the word, a theater absurd Actors in numbers are giving the bird Mirrors catch the cast long gone Shadows breaking into song Fingernails on the forest floor Can’t find an exit door Raising the ante, temperature too The whole damn place is turning blue Missing the music, skipping a beat Mad Cow blind in the driver’s seat Dribble on chin, nose in the air Not a bloody hot house care Yet archetypes hold the old gods near Tribal, ancient and trading in fear Just when Cow thinks he gets a pass Some force bites him in the ass Then demons come from a distant cloud Chanting clearly, right out loud Zeus declares you’re a centennial dick So you have a pleasant pick Enter myth as a horse’s ass Giving the world a hearty laugh Or get to know the Hades horde Guaranteed, you won’t be bored Hell is where chaos rules Resting place for perfect fools. |
| Mad Cow moves between maybe and moo And uses a phone as a shoe Dreams of voters in costume hats Dressed as coyotes, cats and rats Walking in circles, playing the fool Two-fisted antics on a milking stool Rakes as the perfect firestop wall God he’s so princely and so tall Moving across borders, Hermes the Clown Lost on the field, never first down Lost in a vague, occluded cloud Nothing he thinks should be said out loud His verbs are passive, half-asleep Enough to make a grown man weep Fate is a notion, a flick of the wrist Why is this big man always pissed? He says you cannot practice tone The ways a dog chews a bone |