Jabberwocky
Frumious Bandersnatch
I don't scream
inside my dwelling, I just sit
but sometimes it rushes in
an inevitable gravitational tide
the small man next to me howls
every night, to the moon,
to everyone, and nothing
but he's only so loud
otherwise somebody might come
and take him away
I believe he is suffering
the loss of a great love,
one day he even came over
and told me about it,
said he had lost his wallet
to some orange juggalos
and that the only reason
he needed money
was for some love,
I didn't believe him
"Snafu--
Nobody loves you,
if you don't have money."
"Save it for someone who cares."
I told him
The next morning at 9:15am an ambulance arrived
with chrome mechanical stretchers,
two gray expressionless men knocked on my door
"Let's go Snafu, it's time to go."
"What the fuck are you talking a bout, dude?" I said,
"There must be some sort of mistake..."
I was abhorrently hungover, half dressed,
with the sun still fucking my eyes,
the smell of syrup was a hallucination
"This is the address they gave us,
this is 42069 Loser St, isn't it?"
"..Yes" I admitted
"Fuck you, don't make this difficult...",
his authority seems unquestionable.
"The guy you're looking for is out back," I said
They walked casually around back
"This pile here?"
"No man... it's way out there" I said and pointed far away
They eventually came back
carrying a body
which they promptly locked in their car,
wrapping some green tape around it,
they didn't use the stretcher
and then the thought occured to me
that they may have taken the wrong one
but I wasn't really sure
inside my dwelling, I just sit
but sometimes it rushes in
an inevitable gravitational tide
the small man next to me howls
every night, to the moon,
to everyone, and nothing
but he's only so loud
otherwise somebody might come
and take him away
I believe he is suffering
the loss of a great love,
one day he even came over
and told me about it,
said he had lost his wallet
to some orange juggalos
and that the only reason
he needed money
was for some love,
I didn't believe him
"Snafu--
Nobody loves you,
if you don't have money."
"Save it for someone who cares."
I told him
The next morning at 9:15am an ambulance arrived
with chrome mechanical stretchers,
two gray expressionless men knocked on my door
"Let's go Snafu, it's time to go."
"What the fuck are you talking a bout, dude?" I said,
"There must be some sort of mistake..."
I was abhorrently hungover, half dressed,
with the sun still fucking my eyes,
the smell of syrup was a hallucination
"This is the address they gave us,
this is 42069 Loser St, isn't it?"
"..Yes" I admitted
"Fuck you, don't make this difficult...",
his authority seems unquestionable.
"The guy you're looking for is out back," I said
They walked casually around back
"This pile here?"
"No man... it's way out there" I said and pointed far away
They eventually came back
carrying a body
which they promptly locked in their car,
wrapping some green tape around it,
they didn't use the stretcher
and then the thought occured to me
that they may have taken the wrong one
but I wasn't really sure
