Simple Simon

in a scare

I fell back down to
the donkey dong saloon
more than 3 years gone
of off twenty years' booze

I was in a scare.
Was I a scary dream?
Got to keep up the scare.
Got to keep pressing.

Fallen along again in December
at the side of your shed
beneath your side bed window box
unkempt, unsteady i fed

Got to keep up the scare.
Got to keep pressing.
I was in a scare.
Was I a scary dream?

Too long here inside
the shade and barren
meadows of concrete
have I ambled, frothed

and gambled my cubic
feet in gangway queued
up to the slewed
frequencies of the wastrel

and the world undone,
the undersigned divine
and to the collapse of time
and of the human kind

And to forever in rubble, avalanche
the ancient dinosaurs' yen
lanced in, yon the ants'
acendance hummin' in

Like the terrible tune
of the psycho au pair,
hummed by a rube
in some distant ruin

chorus