Well I Never!
Spring in Sonora
time for the semi-annual
Shocking of the Pips
the new Spring day in which
the previously important persons
strap their victorian sensibilities on
step out of their red tile roofed sanctuaries
pile in the lexxxus
and tour GrinderSwitch
the Starving Artists for to see
never suspecting
the offenses they would endure
the comic opera written in coffee
the Greasy Spoon that hides a Sniping Goldsmith
the RockHound just in back of the Beer Joint
on to the Real Art! they cry
only to be exposed
to the desperate eyes of foreign children
the naked breasts of Tree Dryads
and blood spattered Contemporary Canvases
recoiling
they rumble up
to the Church of the Drunken Woodsmith
to take shelter
never suspecting
that inside lurk
Hungry Dragons
Shortened Saints
Badly-Drawn and Angry Succubi
and even more naked breasts
they looked to complain
but the Queen was hiding
very little real courage has she
her best kept secret!
shocked and shaken
shaking their heads
they return to the Red Tile Sea
swearing to themselves that they cannot let this
this Art
go on
perhaps they will get away with it
since supply must cater to demand
cater or get away
the Woodsmith will cater
i have gotten away
others not so fortunate!
no one to protect them now
The Queen has caved
the Golder Princesses long silenced
and the Authentic Artists have fled
back to the Foot of the Dark Mountain
and so it's over
some of us survived
because we'd already moved on
Goodbye
time for the semi-annual
Shocking of the Pips
the new Spring day in which
the previously important persons
strap their victorian sensibilities on
step out of their red tile roofed sanctuaries
pile in the lexxxus
and tour GrinderSwitch
the Starving Artists for to see
never suspecting
the offenses they would endure
the comic opera written in coffee
the Greasy Spoon that hides a Sniping Goldsmith
the RockHound just in back of the Beer Joint
on to the Real Art! they cry
only to be exposed
to the desperate eyes of foreign children
the naked breasts of Tree Dryads
and blood spattered Contemporary Canvases
recoiling
they rumble up
to the Church of the Drunken Woodsmith
to take shelter
never suspecting
that inside lurk
Hungry Dragons
Shortened Saints
Badly-Drawn and Angry Succubi
and even more naked breasts
they looked to complain
but the Queen was hiding
very little real courage has she
her best kept secret!
shocked and shaken
shaking their heads
they return to the Red Tile Sea
swearing to themselves that they cannot let this
this Art
go on
perhaps they will get away with it
since supply must cater to demand
cater or get away
the Woodsmith will cater
i have gotten away
others not so fortunate!
no one to protect them now
The Queen has caved
the Golder Princesses long silenced
and the Authentic Artists have fled
back to the Foot of the Dark Mountain
and so it's over
some of us survived
because we'd already moved on
Goodbye