Watercolor flash pan fantasies
Trembling up my trailor wall
Mr. Toad cookie jar makes my teeth blue
With his swirling watercolor pipe light brewery
Magic magic in the air
And not a note or bridge can I write
But only a word or two
That's been done, nothing's really new
The elves carry my coffin
With toothpick icepicks in their sacks
And in the morning I can't breathe
Like theives they took my breath away
And the windows open with a breeze
The forecast is never sunny in this world
It's raining heads in this part of town
A stream of bugs creeping up my legs
Welcome to this dirty biological world
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